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Monday, March 01, 2004

GC Women Going to Fecking Nationals With Their Huge Basketballs of Glory

Man, the basketball team just did a great job of holding the fort and taking the Indiana Wesleyan people for a 70-64 ride. Wonderful! As a representation of how we all feel about the thing (before 534 and Pub-ing), here's a little poem I found. It is so for real.
A MAY MORNING

GC women win, go to nationals!The sky is clear,
The sun is bright;
The cows are red,
The sheep are white;
Trees in the meadows
Make happy shadows.

Birds in the hedge
Are perched and sing;
Swallows and larks
Are on the wing:
Two merry cuckoos
Are making echoes.

Bird and the beast
Have the dew yet;
My road shines dry,
Theirs bright and wet:
Death gives no warning,
On this May morning.

I see no Christ
Nailed on a tree,
Dying for sin;
No sin I see:
No thoughts for sadness,
All thoughts for gladness.
I guess that's all I have to say about that.

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