Game – In Two Halves
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I
¶ 2
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Slow to start but tension mounts,
rippling around mister somethings
dodging wives, unlikely couples
high in the stands and
usual suspects waving.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Some leer at cameras. No one wins.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 II
¶ 5
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Cold morning, sky
grey with indecision.
A young boy dances
with a small ball.
In his head the crowds
are roaring. Cheering him on.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 He shoots. He scores.
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Editor Note
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