Cinquain Football Poems

running 12 men 
24 in total, puffing carbon dioxide
inhaling oxygen from the outside,
shouting a teammate from the other side
watch that space
whistle,that one is playing offside
think...

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Now there it has begun, with March 
A soundless breeze it tunes to the
Melody of a fair weather feathered frtiend.
Looking skyward  I utter you...

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Football
Fingers grip against
Over the line, he did it
touchdown...

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