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Kicked Around The football game was over the players had gone to the changing rooms, the winning side talked eagerly repeating themselves endlessly while the losing side was subdued silently blaming the goalkeeper. The football itself the one they all chased was left on the field and it was raining, it had been kicked so much it was rather breathless and now it was getting cold, it bitterly thought I'm round without me they couldn't play proper soccer but would have to use a rugby ball. The lonely ball hoped a boy would come pick it up and take it home to his room; his mother would shout telling him to clean it he promised to do so but didn't. The boy must be a studious type enjoys doing homework and the ball is tired of the sporting life.
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
kicked around
Kicked Around The football game was over the players had gone to the changing rooms, the winning side talked eagerly repeating themselves endlessly while the losing side was subdued silently blaming the goalkeeper. The football itself the one they all chased was left on the field and it was raining, it had been kicked so much it was rather breathless and now it was getting cold, it bitterly thought I'm round without me they couldn't play proper soccer but would have to use a rugby ball. The lonely ball hoped a boy would come pick it up and take it home to his room; his mother would shout telling him to clean it he promised to do so but didn't. The boy must be a studious type enjoys doing homework and the ball is tired of the sporting life.
jan-oskar-hansen
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Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
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