Fitness poems

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To The Countess Of Bedford II

© John Donne

TO have written then, when you writ, seem'd to me

Worst of spiritual vices, simony ;

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To win a game

© Ivan Donn Carswell

How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays,
in modern days the game has changed and subterfuge and actors
ways will pave the path to glory. Fitness pays a fair reward to keep
a fleetness in the feet, a clearness in the head, and special food

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Christmas-Eve

© Robert Browning

I.

OUT of the little chapel I burst

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Tipperary Days

© Robert William Service

Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them,
Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare;
Fighting-fit and mirth-mad, music in the feet of them,
Swinging on to glory and the wrath out there.

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Old Codger

© Robert William Service

Of garden truck he made his fare,
As his bright eyes bore witness;
Health was his habit and his care,
His hobby human fitness.

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My Rival

© Robert William Service

Oh did she ever dream of Jack?
The boy who nevermore came back,
And never will, I heard that he
Was drowned in the China Sea.