They`re Clean

by

Stephan Hovell

My boy can play,there`s more to say,
steadfastly fearless,day after day.
Good hard play,is all he needs,
only above average,untill he bleeds.
Best tackler in the game,one man said,
he`ll break a few ribs and the occasional head.
He`ll show you clean heels,later the score,
he cleans his boots,I`ll say no more.

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Why don't you look at Evening Comes Calm
by: Alan C. Keimig
from: Auburn, WA, US

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