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Oct 2012
The whistle is blown
The ball is thrown
Up into the air
For anyone it's fair

Grab it up quick
Get ready for the pick
Here it comes, there you go
and now it's two to zero

A few seconds on the clock
The other team is in shock
I can still move faster
And blow right past  'em

Scoring right before the bell
We say farewell
To the worry we had
Of losing too bad
Written by
Kathryn  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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