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Game...

Don't you know

My mop and glow

Is brighter than

A star over Mazatlán?

I'd be more than spittin'

While you're just there sittin'

This ain't just a game

Though it be the same

When they say don't hate

The player when you're just at the gate,

I fill all the stadium seats

And provide all the player's cleats,

Yeah, you get my drift

Like after hockey left to sift

For teeth and glory

Only half the story,

Through blood and ice

I don't just play and act nice,

I am red riding hood's wolf

Watch out or you'll get a hoof

On your forehead wear it proud

The only crown you'll wear in the crowd...

APAD13 015 - © okpoet

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nestor-david-armas
41 / M / American
Published
Jan 16, 2013
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