Poetry: The big game - by Tiffany Hunter

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by Tiffany Hunter

Created on: September 05, 2009

I lace up my cleats,
And listen to the muted pre-game chatter in the stands.
My heart pounds with anticipation,
My stomach flutters with nervousness,
And I clench my teeth with determination.

My teammates fly around me,
Performing their individual pre-game rituals.
I will play my hardest,
I can do my best,
And I'll bring my team to victorious glory.

I run past the stands to the vast field,
And the cheers turn into a roar.
I know in my heart,
I know in my mind,
I'm ready to win the big game.

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Life's Game:

Pass the red ball around

Don't let it hit the ground

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