Friday Night Lights
The long awaited day is here,
white lines on green grass, white tape in teenage arms, white socks before new cleats.
Coaches plan comes to life,
players nerves begin to excite,
fans applauds begin to raise.
The long awaited day is here,
they line up, the whistle is off, the ball is in the air.
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