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by David McIntosh Oct 11, 2005 category : Special events / other poems
You and me baby, Watching the Game. Hoping above all, Things go our way. It's tied in the fourth, It's tied in OT. If our team doesn't win, Sad we will be. A touchdown we scored, It's their chance once more. They tried and tried, One -- Two -- Three -- Four. We stopped them this time, We dit it, We won. Now it's our turn, To have our own fun.