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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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