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November 5th, 1927
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Written: 5/19/89
You made us city champs, Coach Berk,
We owe a lot to you,
You taught us how to do it all,
Your balanced team came through.
Too much practice -- really, Coach,
You'd make us try and try,
Passing, serving, spiking, setting --
'Till Friday night told why:
They had us eight to two that night,
The fifth and final game,
Our chances seemed impossible,
To win All-City fame.
Then something deep within us,
Character perhaps --
The stuff good teams are made of,
Placed victory in our laps.
We had put it all together, Coach,
This team you love and taught,
Sweating out each hard-earned point,
Opponents hotly fought.
The lessons learned that night, Coach,
Will last our whole lives through,
Determination; basic skills --
And pride in what we do.
Thank you Coach, we've won it all,
We're proud of us and you,
Chatsworth is All-City now,
Our High School dream came true.
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