FELINGS POEM
Looks Like thousonds of people watching the game.
Sounds Like the loud music playing for the cheerleeders.
Smells Like peoples sweat on a hot day.
Tastes Like grass blowing into my mouth.
Feels Like the oval rugby ball that the rugby player kicked out.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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