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One of my favorites.

 

OZYMANDIAS

 

I met a traveller from an antique land

 

Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

 

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

 

Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown

 

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

 

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

 

Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,

 

The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.

 

And on the pedestal these words appear:

 

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

 

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

 

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

 

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

 

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818

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One of my favorites.

 

OZYMANDIAS

 

I met a traveller from an antique land

 

Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

 

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

 

Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown

 

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

 

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

 

Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,

 

The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.

 

And on the pedestal these words appear:

 

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

 

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

 

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

 

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

 

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818

 

 

one of my favorites too.

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BELICHICKIAS

 

I met a historian from the NFL lands

 

Who said:—Two vast and yellow uprights of steel

 

Stand in the field. Near them in the stadium

 

Be drunk or shatter'd and a visage lies, whose frown

 

And hooded head and sneer of coach commands

 

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

 

Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,

 

The camera that mock'd them and the playbook of dread.

 

And on the end line these words appear:

 

"My name is Belichikias, king of coaches:

 

Look on my work, it is what it is!"

 

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

 

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

 

The lone and level Gillette stretch far away.

 

 

-TD Byshe Ryan2, 2013

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BELICHICKIAS

 

I met a historian from the NFL lands

 

Who said:—Two vast and yellow uprights of steel

 

Stand in the field. Near them in the stadium

 

Be drunk or shatter'd and a visage lies, whose frown

 

And hooded head and sneer of coach commands

 

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

 

Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,

 

The camera that mock'd them and the playbook of dread.

 

And on the end line these words appear:

 

"My name is Belichikias, king of coaches:

 

Look on my work, it is what it is!"

 

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

 

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

 

The lone and level Gillette stretch far away.

 

 

-TD Byshe Ryan2, 2013

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BELICHICKIAS

 

I met a historian from the NFL lands

 

Who said:—Two vast and yellow uprights of steel

 

Stand in the field. Near them in the stadium

 

Be drunk or shatter'd and a visage lies, whose frown

 

And hooded head and sneer of coach commands

 

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

 

Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,

 

The camera that mock'd them and the playbook of dread.

 

And on the end line these words appear:

 

"My name is Belichikias, king of coaches:

 

Look on my work, it is what it is!"

 

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

 

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

 

The lone and level Gillette stretch far away.

 

 

-TD Byshe Ryan2, 2013

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We had partial success taking down the Joe Paterno statue in Happy Valley but the legs were bolted in something fierce and before I could figure out how to pry them out, the cops arrived and we had to split.

 

We propped him up with mannequin legs from Victoria's Secret, put him in a band uniform, snuck him out and left him at the 50 yard line during the Penn State-Faber hafltime show. I don't think anybody saw us.

 

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