NEW AGE FOOTBALL
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with my face
deeply pressed into the mud
I seldom felt
so close to the earth
I feel the energy flowing
I hear the whispering of the horses
I hear philistine prophecies
this moment
can’t last long enough
I breathe in the earth
the earth breathes out me
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the referee whistles
my opponent leaves my head
I flick the dust of my karma
drag my aura from the mire
“mother earth, holy mother”
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thank you
thank you
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Harry Zevenbergen
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