May 6, 2011
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The clouds fly by over me floating in air
I feel the breeze on my neck
looking around at my teammates and know its game time

I pick up my helmet and put it on, I tighten the buckles down
I stand up and run onto the field
Forget everything I know accept the knowledge of how to play the game

The referee blow the whistle and the game starts
Scrambling for the ball
only one team will achieve victory
But I hope that team is mine.

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