Running down the clock
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The Quarterback
Stops the clock
Simply
By killing the ball
And thus, time
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It’s an art
And part
Of the Sport
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Cross-Atlantic cousins
Desperate
To keep what they have
Are belligerently blocking
They simultaneously
Wind the crowd up
And wind the clock down
By cornering time
And strangling it
To a slow, painful, pitiful, artless death
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