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Pre-Season Jitters

A seed has been planted in the minds of man, Where comfort's blanket is taken, & no longer the plan. Confidence, now shaken, seems fragile to the core. Lengthy marathons are but a memory, not like before. Schedules & venues, blown to bubbles now, how can it be? While performing in solitude, less the crowd & family. While short-lived, there's a residue, leftover & unseen. As players test those filters, wondering how they're clean.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 7/4/2020 10:49:00 PM
You are sharing 2020’s truth in this one.
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Date: 7/4/2020 3:31:00 PM
We've all been there...
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