Jon My Football Hero
One day my little boy of three
With great big smiling eyes
Said, "I'm going to play some football mom
With all the bigger guys!"...
One day my little boy of three
With great big smiling eyes
Said, "I'm going to play some football mom
With all the bigger guys!"...
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My feet stick the black rubber
Its like some kind of magnetic tape
Day after day, it pulls me back
For not only does my body demand it,...
Thousand of thoughts, standing there finding a grip
Don't slow down, Plant high, Touch your feet to the sky!
Everything that was said over and over and over again
Do everything right, nothing wrong...
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The bull is in the gate
You lower yourself to rest on his back
He moos a threatening sound full of hate
You nod your out there's no turning back...
In a land of dreams
A little boy
With a stick of wood
His scrawny arms...
This poem really touches my sad lonely heart. I wish one day I could feel the same as a dancer.
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The dribble of the basketball,
The swish of the net,
The squeaking of my shoes against
The wood floor,
It's Friday night,
I've got a game.
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team.