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Clock draining on the board-
Ball laid down.
30 seconds to go,
But 40 yards down.
Glance east to west
see that everyone's set.
I called hike
and that's when the ball
and I met.

With the ball in my hands,
and nerves made of steel.
Knowing bruises and scars
are the ones that heal.
I launched the ball,
getting hit from behind.
I closed the game-
Making victory mine.

With grass turned red.
From our hearts who bled.
We left the field with victory in our head.

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