MICHAEL OWEN
¶ 1
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He couldn`t shot wide
his strikes
they assume his midget size
has no chance
¶ 2
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If he could dribble
wonderfully
between sea of legs
and couldn`t feel his pace in the crowds
he wouldn`t shoot
¶ 3
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But there are giant defenders
every where he runs
and the goal post offers
no way
yet he scores
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