The Post and Destiny

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I stand in my destiny,
between jubilation and disaster.
The appocalypse approaches,
my heart beats ever faster.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 My hands itch in anticipation.
she takes a shot with a question to answer.
Success the vocation,
of a skillful dancer.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 It cannot be allowed,
though their movement is refined,
the ball’s in my hands,
the horror has declined.



I know this is an extremely self -flattering summary of an inter-school game, but as an aspirant keeper i am proud of this moment. i would also like to point out that i owe that success and indeed any other future successes to my lucky gloves. seriouly, without them i would be exposed as mediocre (and get sore hands)

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