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by LQFootballer67 Nov 30, 2004 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
As the green grass grows under his cleats A man in a squatting stance eyes a bag on a black sled In this stance the blue sky becomes dark. He is full of adrenaline and is ready to hit As his black shoe laces keep his black shoes tight The black cleats dig into the earth ready to fight. The black mountains circle this man But nor black nor blue will stop this man Purple is his only hope. It feeds his potential And only he can make this happen. For he has the strength to deliver the power.