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Sunday

November 30, 2020
By Anonymous

With each twist and turn

And each amazing run and pass deep

Controlling ball like a delicate urn

Each move giving a warning stern.


I am stuck in my chair like a fern

As for more action I yearn

More and more swear words I learn

Hearing every play being read out crystal clear

Eyes fixed on tv, 

Everything else a side distraction


As player's calories start to burn

Mine gets added on in return

As I drink, gulp and churn

I eat another bag chip

Without my belly saying no

I watch the end the game

My face is disappointed

The Lions lose again



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