Football
¶ 1
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I love the feeling of the game,
But don’t want to loose and be put to shame.
I cheer them on hoping to win,
And when they do I have a big grin.
I love how they dribble with all that pace,
And I see how fast they run as if they were having a race.
¶ 2
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Football is the way of life,
Like a bread being cut by a knife.
It is the game where legends are born,
When football can make many things form.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The one and only football.
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