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So Having Read In The News That A Linesman Has Used...
What Some Have Viewed...
As RACIST Talk That Made Players Walk...
Off The Field of Play In A Champions League Game...
I Have To Say That The Same Ol’ Same...
Ya Know I've Found In This Life...
That... Girls And Guys...
Who Behave Like CHUMPS... !!!!!
Like To Play... Mitch Green...
And Beat Me To The PUNCH.... ?!!!?
When My Lyrical Flows...
So Fellas What's The Price You're Prepared To Pay …
To Spread Her Thighs And Get That … LAY … !!?!!
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
We've Lost Another Giant ... !!!
The One And Only ...
... Kobe Bryant ... !!!!!!!
His Daughter Too ...
As Well As Seven More ... !!!
It's Wimbledon Time And English Summertime ...
So It Ain't A Surprise We Ain't Seeing Sunshine ... !!!!!
So Of Course The BBC Are Showing More REPEATS ...
of Days When There Was Heat On The Courts And In The Streets ... !!!
Swaddled me in the bruises and pain
that tought my body to try again.
You told me to keep my head held high
even when I no longer wanted to try.
I feel your music ounding through me
When I was a little girl
I would obsess over the horses.
I decided to dance instead,
But they never left my mind.
As the years went on I felt like I was different from the rest.
Step in the circle, swallowed by the cage.
My stance; legs staggered, knees bent, swinging arms;
as I twist in an elegant, calm rage.
Swiftly spin, swirl, and surrend the disc charm.
On the day that I became six-years old
I stepped on the ice the very first time
Gliding forwards so gracefully without being told
Then I looked at the clock and heard a loud chime.
I pick it up
And turn it over
It balances perfectly in my hand
No chips
No dents
It's ready to use
My feet on the line
My arrows in the quiver
Ready to shoot
Here in this lime lined, green field
A battle is to be fought without mercy, without yield.
Two platoons of a baker’s dozen each.
Two teams, four each.
One ball, two goals.
One large, four sided polygon court
Each team supporting a color
This is the moment I've been working for my entire life.
As I perfect my makeup and wrap my hair into a tight bun I look into the mirror and smile.
I am ready.
Lacing up my skates, nice and tight.
The wall of the wave comes powering forward from a small distance
My heart races with beat of my stroke as I paddle into a good position
Our breaths hang in the air, eyes fixed on the server who has his
body poised subjugated beneath the suspended ball
