Shaking
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Crumbling legs fall back to safety
After standing unsteadily in gripping tension
Counting chickens is always too hasty
When a goal is born through sublime invention.
¶ 2
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Those same legs trundle back home
Recovering from the twitching and shaking
Worn out from seeing the players that roam
Every week they near the point of breaking.
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