Soccer
A way of life
The rush
The running
Pushing, shoving, Kicking
All on one field
Twenty-two players
Only Eleven on your side
Prepare to pour your heart out
You wont regret
All for that buzzer soon to go off
Only one remains the winner
Soccer.
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