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Created:
01/09 2007
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Joy
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Homecoming Game
The seats are filled, the crowd a milling throng,
As all await the entrance of our men.
The band plays out our alma mater's song;
This night will end in victory again.
Enthusiasts paint faces black and gold,
And scream support for our outstanding team.
The players are a sight great to behold
As they trot out on the field in high esteem.
The pigskin flies, it tumbles end for end,
Each jerseyed man does what he's trained to do,
Whether they push forward or defend,
In lights, their triumph on the board is proved.
And when the lights on friday night go down,
Each Eagle can delight in our renown.
As all await the entrance of our men.
The band plays out our alma mater's song;
This night will end in victory again.
Enthusiasts paint faces black and gold,
And scream support for our outstanding team.
The players are a sight great to behold
As they trot out on the field in high esteem.
The pigskin flies, it tumbles end for end,
Each jerseyed man does what he's trained to do,
Whether they push forward or defend,
In lights, their triumph on the board is proved.
And when the lights on friday night go down,
Each Eagle can delight in our renown.
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