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There Was Once A Sport Called Swimming


There once was a sport called swimming. It started out with just a few. And our goals were to always be winning, We earned some medals, just a few. There is now a sport called swimming. Our new coach she sure knew, That it would be a struggle winning, With little equipment and some not so new. Now a fun sport called swimming, More people make more than just a few. It is no longer a struggle winning, Even with the challenge of pleasing a higher few. This year an epic sport will be called swimming. Although my left leg was broken, It should not be a problem winning, Because some things can never be broken.
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