My home is full of laughter
My home is full of sorrow
My home is full of Gatorade
My home is where I get aid
My home is where all of my friends are joined together by one thing, the desire to win
Some people call it the football field, but I call it home.
by: Henry Reinders
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1 comments:
I think this is a very good poem. I found some humor and I love humor.
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