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Polo
Man, line ball. Live by the
rules and you won't fall!
Dash and dart, hurry and scurry,
players and horses all together in a flurry.
Whistle here, penalty shot
there. The little white ball flies through the air.
Hooves and mallets, turf and
sky, by pass life's cares, as time goes by. Total exertion, the
ultimate high a true test of self, the why for which over and
over we try.
Sometimes unique, yet in the
same breathe quite bleak, this game we play also out of which
a living we eek.
What would life be if polo
be didn't play, the game abut life called "Giants To Slay."
For this we struggle, laugh
and pray, hoping to live long enough to play and play.
The ultimate goal in which
to believe is to pass from this life out where we achieve, on
the field of honor, that's covered with grass, on top of a horse
with a ball to thrash. --
Sue Sally Hale
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