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| Soccer | ||
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| Love those long socks | ||
| rolling up and down the field, | ||
| ingenious motion in all directions by | ||
| command and instinct until your in | ||
| just the spot, tingling. An opportunity | ||
| as the softest hairs jump on edge; | ||
| perspiration bleeds slowly. | ||
| A goal in focus: collision. | ||
| Struggle and pursuit for the | ||
| opportunity and a goal. | ||
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poem is also found on www.poetry.com
under ronald j f panlilio |
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