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Soccer With the Boys

I practice with the boys
The dirty filthy boys
The cute funny boys

My new soccer team
I had to play
No matter what
I guess this hadn't
Occurred to me

I practice with the boys
The smelly annoying boys
The fast strong boys

They accept me 
As one of them
Play, laugh, slide tackle
Together at practice
In a team huddle

I practice with the boys
The pushy uptight boys
The sweet friendly boys

We cram into cars
On cold nights
We carpool to games
We spend four nights a week
Together

I practice with the boys
The mean jerky boys
The nice hot boys

I get cold
They give me a jacket
I hurt myself
They carry me off the field
I get tired
They give me a shoulder to lean on

I play with the boys
The best friends I could ask for

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