October 10, 2011
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I am the…
Screaming green and gold
Bursting my ear drums
Cheese heads bobbing in the crowd
Of Lambeau field
Pounding of the ground
As if an earthquake
Took its hand firmly on the land
Shaking us repeatly
Til there was no sound
Only the whispers of footsteps
One by one leaving

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