We Are Ten
¶ 1
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I don’t remember when
I first picked up my pen
Waiting for kick-off
For a worthy show of acumen
¶ 2
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A ball and pitch, 22 men
Form a bond among the denizen
When something so unimportant
Becomes the be all and end
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