Soccer

A ball glides in the grass,

And into a netted goal.

A crowd cheers delightfully.

Another game has been won.

One team savors victory,

While the other accepts defeat.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This, like all other poems in this folder, were written by me when I was 12 years old, and half the time, they make no sense. You'll realize as you move on to my more recent poetry, is a lot better.

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