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The puck is dropped at center ice The teams battle like knights for control Their bodies are the players sacrifice Before you know it someone has a goal The red light has just been lit As the foghorn roars for longer than ever It’s amazing how the puck got through that slit Will this goalie forgive himself? Probably never One team has a chance to celebrate For they have fulfilled their childhood dreams For the other team a pain excruciation As their locker room fills with angry screams Game seven of the finals has just been one Hasn’t this season been extremely fun?
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