Seahawkishness
The outlook was sanguinity,
For the Seahawks on that day;
Last seven of the enemy,
They'd easily put away.
However, from the starting kick,
And through the first three quarters,
The Seahawks were the sort of sick
That needs Docs Without Borders.
Then, when it looked to be over,
And they heard the death rattle,
Lucky charm and four-leaf clover,
The Hawks re-joined the battle.
Suddenly, the lads came to life
With purpose and precision!
Every play was with panache rife,
To winning bomb decision!
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