Head blanks out,
Mind leaves soul.
I feel used up,
But I am whole.
She is moving fast,
But I move faster.
I take the ball,
And head past her.
Finally the whistle blows,
The game is done.
A difficult match,
But we won!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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