Of flagless plays, assignments met
And all that’s best of lanes kept tight
Meet in his aspect; his stance a vets
Thus replace Foster’s lack of fight
Which running lanes his lack abets.
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Of the runners cutback progress
The strain so clear upon his face
His knee the subject of distress
As Gilbert did his knee displace
So stern, so hard yet eloquent
But foretell of days he be now
A man at war, D lines lament
A beast he be, a guard, a plow
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