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by Aussie Aug 9, 2008 category : Special events / other poems
Standing strait and tall, staring eye to eye of the adversary been ready for this all day defeat Big Feet all the way Positive all week, of Big Feet's defeat, until she step foot on the Field. there's no way to beat Big Feet. look up, he's 6 feet (tall). Daddy finally came, to watch the game she must win, not loose in front of him his mom is already screaming to him she she can't loose to them. the Wiesel is blown and the ball is dropped. she kicks first, but he fast. the game finally start.