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Running down the field The wind blowing in my face Hot sun on my neck Sliding into place Stopping her forward motion Forcing a bad pass Picking the ball up Cradling in my stick Lacrosse sets me free.
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May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
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Running down the field The wind blowing in my face Hot sun on my neck Sliding into place Stopping her forward motion Forcing a bad pass Picking the ball up Cradling in my stick Lacrosse sets me free.
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sierra-r
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May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
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