From Friday nights
to sunday's
A football is soaring through the air.
Huge grass stains
purple and blue arms
tearing up grass
plunging in mud
helmets opping
shoulderpads colliding
jammed fingers
painful cramps
Deep bombs
short, tough runs
loud hits
fans going crazy
under big lights
From Pee-Wee
to the NFL
That's football.

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