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When the game is played out And the pieces have fallen short And none can stand the next bout, Their mission they don’t abort. They stand on shaky legs Even if they get knocked down some pegs. Against the odds that no one Says they can surpass, they don’t run. For these are the heroes of the ages, Real men and women, not sages Or superstars. Just the average Joe That does all they can to go On without any fuel left in the tank.
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Heroes of the Ages
When the game is played out And the pieces have fallen short And none can stand the next bout, Their mission they don’t abort. They stand on shaky legs Even if they get knocked down some pegs. Against the odds that no one Says they can surpass, they don’t run. For these are the heroes of the ages, Real men and women, not sages Or superstars. Just the average Joe That does all they can to go On without any fuel left in the tank.
ashley-dennis
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May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
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