21
21 seconds left,
21 seconds or we are out,
21 seconds to show we are the best.
Or 21 seconds to get cut,
21 seconds for our last play,
in the hot day of May.
Everyone is in tense,
all eyes on me,
I have on my back the offense
with a risky guarantee.
I close my eyes passing the ball,
21 seconds later, around us is the crawl.
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