The Forward and the Goalie
Pass one pass two, near goal-line now.
While on the run, sweat drips from brow.
Legs sore and in need of some rest,
But coach has said use power, finesse.
Down one and ten on clock to go.
Girls one and three are left to throw
On the ground. She reaches white net
Then looks up to her only threat.
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