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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sudden Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sudden Death</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The deceased was seventeen years old-<br>An enlarged heart, the coroner claims.<br>A basketball player on the court.<br>his team trailing in the game.<br>Their perfect season was at risk<br>when he shot and made a “Three”<br>He then collapsed upon the court<br>midst shouts of victory.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hearts are unromantic things<br>That race and slow by turns.<br>They simply pump<br>While we run and jump<br>And prance about life’s stage.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We take for granted our own hearts<br>As we wander through our days.<br>Our faithful friend who never sleeps<br>So we can laugh and play</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when hearts fail we feel the pain<br>Of songs now left unsung.<br>That’s why we’re haunted by the tales<br>of Athletes dying young.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>