Football

by BornAgainWriter   Mar 9, 2009


He's about to make his play,
Running and running,
You can only see a blurr,
21 Seconds left, time running.

Hurry, hurry, You can do this,
Think of the feelings you can get,
Stretch your legs, keep going,
Faster, longer, faster, go.

Football in his hands, tighly,
He's gripping on, going faster,
Stretching every footstep he makes,
Dodges into the finish line.

Dropping the ball.
Point to the other team.

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