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The Beautiful Game


What is the beautiful game?

Well, it's the sport that gives me chills,

A sport with neverending thrills and spills.

It's the game played around the world,

From Brazil to Thailand.

You kick it in the goal and yells are heard,

Remember only a keeper can use a hand.

The great players are Pele and Maradona,

They had the touch and the skill.

Both had a great public persona,

Who's gonna follow in their footsteps? Maybe you will.

 

 

 

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