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Football is Bruised bone of eager drums and young teeth tasting the blood of giants in this game of gladiators under the scarlet flag of fall. 7/31/19

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John Watt

Date: 8/27/2020 10:31:00 PM

This game of gladiators... it is a fascinating spectacle, isn't it? The strong, the swift, the smart, the surly, the specialists all moving a ball down a field of grass while putting their bodies and careers on the line every play. Great poem, thanks for the tip!

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 10/26/2019 6:39:00 AM

Very keen observation in this truth poem, Michelle. This is my favorite sport. I have a high threshold for pain tolerance. Thru the prism of this stinging joy, God has taught me to have compassion on those who suffer in pain (physical or emotional.) I really do viscerally relate to this poem on a cerebral level. Love and more love always.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 8/7/2019 2:37:00 PM

Very aptly described... The first (live) football game I watched had a nasty pile-up where the kid on the bottom had to be taken out by ambulance. :O (Correction, I mean the first-and-last game I ever watched!) It is a brutal sport.