Pig Skin

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 A huddle then break, having plotted escape.
A symphony of body and mind.
The defense is overt, the offense alert.
Golden hand in the pocket, well lined.
With balance and grace he passes while chased.
Pin-pointing his open man.
Is’nt it sweet and oh so complete.
When the pig’s received in the right hands.


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