Overlooking ducks & boats
The game is over now but
Man was it beautiful to watch
muscles rippling as they flew
Down the field with every fiber bent
Toward the goal and what else to do
But spend it all til your spent?
Except maybe sit here in perfect stasis
The caress of the breeze off the lake
Blowing through your cotton lace
For my ever-loving sake.
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