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Ode to Soccer


Every time I step on the field My mind is set on the game I don't pay attention to anyone else besides My team and I When the whistle blows I am on my toes getting ready For the ball to come by me As soon as the ball come towards me I make a quick move around a player The player just stands there like a brick wall amazed on What I just did to them, as I'm dribbling down the field I see the goal. I set up my shot and when I Look down I see the ball smiling at me Saying that this is my chance to score I fire at the ball and it goes sailing to The upper corner of the goal My teammates congratulates me and the Sidelines gets crazy. jumping up and down Now I reset my mind and get focused again I feel unstoppable and this why I love the game of soccer
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