33 Grams of Protein

by LQFootballer67   Nov 30, 2004


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.

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