Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the goal posts of September,
And football season's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Les Miles shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every run or pass some time declines,
By chance, or the SEC's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal autumn shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that wit;
Nor shall Gary Danielson brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and CBS, and the SEC.
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