Winter Championship
It has been twenty years since
The bitterness of the frosty dew
Crisped my cold and tired head
The laughter of the apparition students
Rattled on the bench in front
Of the brick laden school
Where my old coach would mutter
To me of game plays for Friday
It is only a shame the
Gravel crushing skid of tires into
My side made me miss
My senior championship game
The bitterness of the frosty dew
Crisped my cold and tired head
The laughter of the apparition students
Rattled on the bench in front
Of the brick laden school
Where my old coach would mutter
To me of game plays for Friday
It is only a shame the
Gravel crushing skid of tires into
My side made me miss
My senior championship game
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