Every year it's the same thing:
a flyer in the locker
a raised sense of awareness
constant chants "Get the Stick!"
The place for the stick
at our school
is a dusty grave.
The closest we ever got
to the stick
was a touchdown,
that should have been prevented,
with 11 seconds left in the game.
The fresh green paint
amongst the sweaty white jerseys,
as we watched in black and purple,
didn't have a smell.
It was ok though
because none of us had ever seen the stick in purple
and so it was comfortable in green.
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