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Fooball as Teacher

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Growing up with but not out of football
That green grass still holds my dreams
And although the boots no longer fit
And the shirt stretches a little too tight
And the legs ache where once they used to play
I am still that child racing the clouds
Dummying the stars with each measured tackle
Still dreaming of glory my name a hymn
Upon the lips of the crowd
Football teaches Man how to be a child…
Again.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/fooball-as-teacher/