I pick up my stick

I pick up my stick and run like the wind.

We are better together, anticipating the pass, the fake, the rhythm.

In the off season I smile when I achieve my personal best.

This week squats 10 more pounds, last week 10 more dead lifts.

I train with my friends and play lacrosse with my teammates.

This makes me smile because I am happy.

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