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Below is a poem written by Swen Nader, a former player of Coach John Wooden, about the great Coach Wooden.
I saw love once, I saw it clear.
It had not leash. It had no fear.
It gave itself without a thought.
No reservation had it brought.
It seemed so free to demonstrate.
It seems obsessed, to orchestrate.
A symphony designed to feed.
Composed to lift the one in need.
Concern for others was its goal.
No matter what would be the toll.
It's strange just how much care it stores.
To recognize its neighbor's sores.
And doesn't rest until the day.
It's helped to take the sores away.
Its joy retains and does not run.
Until the blessing's job is done.
I saw love once. 'Twas not pretend.
He was my coach. He is my friend.
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