Game Over
My hand fits on it
holding it with expertise
I hold its oval body made of pig skin
Firmly to my chest
Sprinting down the field
Towards the "END ZONE"
Dodging strong, heavy bodies
Helmets hit, shoulders pads collide
As I throw the ball
On its last flight...Touchdown
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