The Forward and the Goalie

Thu, 06/27/2013 - 19:08 -- amoore8

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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