Because of you I've been scraped and bruised,
You make me run for miles and miles,
Even after all that abuse,
Playing on that field still makes me smile.
You can't believe the rush i feel everywhere,
When i pass by my defenders guard.
Throw that ball into the air,
and it goes right into that net and falls down hard.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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