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Reminiscing of Soccer Days

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Weak sunbeams pierce a cloudy sky,

A breeze dries our sweat-drenched clothes

As we surround the goal, breathing heavily,

Anticipating any second, a forceful kick

To send the ball whizzing past our ears.


The cannonball charges, ripping the air

Sixteen eye-orbs shout for open mouths,

Two alert palms tame the raging beast.

A loud thud later, we scurry back

To take up guard, while others dash.

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