The Inspiration
Dedication to- The Hardy Boyz and Lita aka Team eXtreme. There isn't much I can say bout you guys
cause there's obviously to much to say but mostly ya'll be in our minds and hearts forever,
flying high and soaring above them all.
When I say you in here, it's refering to all of them- Lita, Matt Hardy, and Jeff Hardy. Or
sometimes just either one of them. But ya get the drift.
Note- This is one of the only poems that kinda rhymn, so please be kind, I'm not good when it
comes to that shit.
by-xtHexEctASYxiNxSkiTTleSx
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By and by we all saw you fly.
We saw you soar
and we saw you cry.
The times you lost,
the times you won,
it was was all worth it.
And when you came in
with you armbands and crazy hair,
we know we'd see something.
It was there in your eyes.
The energy,
the excitement,
the eXtreme daredevil stare.
All down to the thong strap,
that matched your red rudy hair.
So here it is
Our tribute to you guys.
Here's to those nights you spent training.
Here's to those nights you spent in pain.
Here's to those nights you spent alone.
Your fans will remember you,
through and through.
No matter what shit goes on,
we'll rememeber you.
And when the lights have faded
the areana closed,
we'll be waiting out back,
for the most eXtreme team's autographs
and pictures with all of us in a Hardy guns pose.
You have inspired,
you have helped,
you have loved,
you haved cared,
you have listened,
and you have fuckin just been there.
And though you may not know this,
but you have been there for someone.
You guys truly make it onto the list
of making an impact.
Someday we might sigh
and maybe cry
over the great-
yet sad and faded meomorys
of the risk you all took.
We thankyou,
we love you,
sometimes even hate you.
But in the end
it's all eXtreme.
Dedication to- The Hardy Boyz and Lita aka Team eXtreme. There isn't much I can say bout you guys
cause there's obviously to much to say but mostly ya'll be in our minds and hearts forever,
flying high and soaring above them all.
When I say you in here, it's refering to all of them- Lita, Matt Hardy, and Jeff Hardy. Or
sometimes just either one of them. But ya get the drift.
Note- This is one of the only poems that kinda rhymn, so please be kind, I'm not good when it
comes to that shit.
by-xtHexEctASYxiNxSkiTTleSx
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By and by we all saw you fly.
We saw you soar
and we saw you cry.
The times you lost,
the times you won,
it was was all worth it.
And when you came in
with you armbands and crazy hair,
we know we'd see something.
It was there in your eyes.
The energy,
the excitement,
the eXtreme daredevil stare.
All down to the thong strap,
that matched your red rudy hair.
So here it is
Our tribute to you guys.
Here's to those nights you spent training.
Here's to those nights you spent in pain.
Here's to those nights you spent alone.
Your fans will remember you,
through and through.
No matter what shit goes on,
we'll rememeber you.
And when the lights have faded
the areana closed,
we'll be waiting out back,
for the most eXtreme team's autographs
and pictures with all of us in a Hardy guns pose.
You have inspired,
you have helped,
you have loved,
you haved cared,
you have listened,
and you have fuckin just been there.
And though you may not know this,
but you have been there for someone.
You guys truly make it onto the list
of making an impact.
Someday we might sigh
and maybe cry
over the great-
yet sad and faded meomorys
of the risk you all took.
We thankyou,
we love you,
sometimes even hate you.
But in the end
it's all eXtreme.