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Feb 2017
The pressure is on,
The temperature suddenly rises,
People guessing choices at their wisest,
The shoe shuffles,
On the green grass,
The shot can make,
His future or even break,
Everybody depending on him,
The crowd cheering for him,
The goalie staring at him,
His body says go left,
But his eyes depict mischief,
A head of sweat trickles,
By the temple,
Decisions are made,
Chances are taken,
Risks to take,
He goes for it,
Silence at its roots,
He shoots!
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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     R Arora, Paul Butters and Puds
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