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PLAYERS ON THE FIELD
They align in position
Ready to move the ball
Doesn't matter how long they're gone
The know to whom the play will fall
Oh they will shout about
Foul play on the field
Fully aware of masks being worn
And the inability to face the guild
No TRUTH can hold them
No free flow in the ranks
They are the middle blocks
Separating rulers from the skanks
When the roll is called up yonder
And the scores all tallied up
You'll find ornate trophies
Are still just empty cups
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-18-2025
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Trudy Schrader
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