Football

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Wake up.

Is it that time already? Yup.

Tis that time of day,

Where grown men assemble to play,

That wonderful game of football.

 

Practice begins as the sun rises,

With men of all shapes and sizes,

We strap on the pads,

Us merry, young lads,

And work till the final whistle sounds.

 

O what could be better?

 

 

 

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