Football
You make me dirty,
I look so sweaty,
Much love even past thirty,
I'm not ready to be petty.
I've learned passion and drive,
Honor and pride,
But for me I strive,
To look downfield and never hide,
Brutal all day,
I've been taught a few things,
Life is always like practice,
Tedious and grueling.
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