The day before the game u smell it its in the air.the hype the fear the game. its waiting its waiting for someone someone like me or maybe someone like u. the field more like a battlefield.where blood is shed and leasons learnd. there is only one such a game it starts with an R and ends with a Y u gessed my sport rugby
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Eyes Of The Girls I Used To Like Or Still Do
PoetryIts basicaly poems about the girls i dated and how and what their eyes ment to me at the time
