I search the field for the running back
Knowing that he has the football
Eyes moving from side to side
I spot him running left
I sprint towards him
Hard collision
He whimpers
Fumble!
Win.
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- Mr. B-G
- “Man lowers his head and lunges into civilization, forgetting the days of his infancy when he sought truth in a snowflake or a stick. Man forgets the wisdom of the child.” - Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)
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this was a decent poem matt. i thought you played wide out so i dont understand how you conect with the poem. even though there was no rhyme scheme i thought it was a solid poem.
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