Towards the end,
he took a shot,
you danced in front of it,
right on the spot,
and as you were wounded,
you did not give up.
One more save,
and with a crack,
you were dead,
with a quiet smack.
Dismembered and full of dread,
you did your duties,
and we will not forget,
you saved many games,
from the start,
to the end,
Lest we forget,
My Sher-Wood
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