Saints poem sent to me.............
 

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Boy some things just don't take long
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> BLACK & GOLD ........ SUPERBOWL!!!!!!
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> Our Saints, Our City, Our Soul:
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> Out of the fire
> And up from the flood
> A great team is born
> Made of guts, steel and blood
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> Their history a low one
> No one can deny
> Their new rise a slow one
> But oh now so high
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> This team that I speak of
> Is of black and gold
> And travels the gridiron
> So brave and so bold
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> Their symbol is royalty
> We call Fleur de lis
> And proud New Orleanians
> Watch it with glee
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> Come Deuce and come Reggie
> Come Drew and come Joe
> Come Marques and Terrance
> Now go beat the foe
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> The course is set plainly
> There is clearly a goal
> Go show all the world
> A storm can¹t kill our soul
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> To the men in black jerseys
> The tights and the cleats
> Know that we love you
> In wins and defeats
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> And to you, Sean Payton
> The coach of our dreams
> Thank you from all of us
> Who give jumps, yells and screams
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> You have given us purpose
> You have given us hope
> You have given us will
> And a reason to cope
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> To all of the Saints
> Who reside in the Dome
> Thanks for making our city
> A proud place to call home.