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April 23, 2009
It was a close game.
Fourth quarter came,
Time to step up my game.
Number thirty-two,
That is me,
And I was ready.
I could hear every breath
And every sound.
This is what football is all about,
Until I look down……
All I could see was red blood fall.
I could not even see my jersey at all.
“Time out, Time out,” I call.
I ran off the field bleeding,
Only to hear my coaches screaming,
Their faces were red
Until they looked down
And saw how much I had bled.
“STICHES,” one said
And I was off to the E.R. bed…………..
AGAIN!
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