Thursday, July 26, 2012

Joseph's quick write poem

My final dream is football
the coach yells at you and tells you the call.
Here comes the hike
and you get the ball carrier in sight.
Snap, crackle, pop
you get the final stop.
The team gets the victory
it will go down in history.
The best players go to East
because we are all beast.

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