I’m the Football
¶ 1
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Forced to move around.
Ow, the pain to be kicked,
Oh, it hurts so bad.
Trying to land steadily,
Bouncing off players boots
Alway soaring through the air.
Lying on the ground so still.
Landing in the net.
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