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The drive past was hot
Mention also the dribbling
Tonight, all stars converge
Tell of there greatness
For that who is benched
History will never tell
To the one running, run for best
Run, score, give it yourself
Perhaps, a golden boot to your leg.
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Little but shorter than the devil
Scoring like a program bot
He will net a goal, we all thought
Next thing, has an arm strain cut
Pain, but the star cry not
Fans in sad mood, goal is gone
They prayed, if God might helped this boys
No, he left them to rot
In the weather so hot
I watched as the opponent won.
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Chances are gone to win the cup
Management on players neck
Why, why couldn't we won
Blames traded, secrets start to show
The steamy hot midfielder fucks asholes
No concentration on the field
To the pass he wouldn't flow
At each time the girl shouted across
He looked, to see a bare chest
Hot, sexy, unknown to all.
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The above is my entry into @felixgarciap contest
Winners 25th Edition Lyric poetry contest / 26th Edition - Prompt: hot