Out on the Pitch
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It’s the time of year that I love the most
When leaves turn color and begin to fall
It’s a wonderous time and I don’t mean to boast
When I get out on the pitch and chase the soccer ball
I’ll play all positions
And I’ll play them my best
I’ll complete all my missions
Using foot, head, or chest
It’s the best time of year
But soon has to come to an end
For winter is near
And surely I’ll lose a great friend
I love the game of soccer but most of all
I love being out on the pitch chasing the soccer ball
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