my school football team

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It always starts cold. Living life bold. Wrestling got old. Final grades out. Im smart with no doubt. But never had water in the spout. Summer rolled around. Football training by the pound.
Stretch and yawn it is the break of dawn It is a cool fallday, in the middle of october I slide into my cheerleading uniform as i begin my school day I walk the halls and spot the players in jerseys
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