Pulse
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Noise…rising, catches under the stand; under the skin.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Goosebumps rising.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Bubbles from somewhere burst wet on my face, a memory moment, as Herbie Hammer stumbles by.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Lush grass, summer green, a pulse from the flood lights, testing, testing.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 And now the teams and the roar of the crowd is running towards the fair or waking up Christmas day: adrenalin rush, hairs on end.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Whistle shrill, game begins.
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