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Feb 2013
Blood sweat and eventually tears
Spilled upon waxed pine
For seemingly nothing

Hours upon hours
Weekends
Weekdays

It's all over
Time is taking its course
Leaving tonight behind

The end is always bitter
Yet the beginning is so sweet
I'll miss this forever
Tonight, our basketball season ended with a painful loss in our conference semifinals. It's all over
Jacobo Raymundo
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Jacobo Raymundo  NC
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