Game Seven

Game Seven
The dirt and grass
Are the needle
To the anxiety
That sells

Two cities
Where the buyers
Are long suffered
By reality
And superstitions

To lose their minds
For three hours
A week before
A national parade
of fool’s decides

And feel
Just feel the hope
And excitement
And anxiety
That comes with
Feeling a part of
Being a champion

To relive
In part
Being first
To the old oak tree
and not
A rotten egg

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