Three Seconds Left
First he slinks off the field with a miss,
so forlorn, then the chance to do this.
Will we boo him to shame?
Will we drink to his name?
The ball is down. The kick is up! The kick is...
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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