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Dedication
On Saturday morning...
I grab all my gear...
“Sit down and eat,”
My bag feels so heavy...
Into the dressing room...
“OK,” says the coach...
Quickly, we dress...
The visiting team...
“Tweet,” goes the whistle...
The puck is then dropped...
The Ref blows the whistle...
We face off again...
They pass back...
The rest of the period...
The second period starts...
Joe gets the puck...
“Tweet,” goes the whistle...
Now they’re shorthanded...
But two minutes go by...
Our coach soon comes in...
I should have listened...
Back out on the ice...
I realize she loves me...
The third period begins...
My slap shot is awesome...
I race for a new one...
“Never mind,” I say...
With minutes to go...
Now we are tied...
“Let’s see your slap shot”...
Joe takes the face off...
I wind up like a spring...
“Crack,” goes my stick...
The buzzer then goes...
We shake hands
We each get a medal...
On our way home...
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