We scored a goal.

We lost the game.

We still celebrated in the rain.

The coach, he yelled.

The subs went in.

The fact that we lose and we still grin.

I pass the ball.

I stop the goal.

I do not ever lose control.

My coach, he smiles.

My team, they laugh.

My soccer team is really my other half.

Galindo calls us.

Galindo, our coach.

Never give up, the goal can always be approched.

This poem is about: 
My community


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