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Child Making Footballs, Age 8

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I am up at sunrise. Then the bus comes.
We start at half past five. We sing and sew.
The needles hurt my fingers. The thread is tough.
We have some food at twelve. We bring our own.
We do not run or play. There is no grass outside.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My mother says there will be better times.
I hope my footballs will score many goals.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/child-making-footballs-age-8/