miracles are nice too
me and him parcticed
on that field late that day
the grass was tall
with sum dandallions poppin up
it be cloudy and cold
them few bleachers be empty to
sum trash blowin about
quiet and dark
not a pertty place to be
now the morning new
be bringin a brite sun lite
as we be pullin up to the field
and every one be spillin out
emptien the van of a million kids
chargin to the field we go
now lo and be holdin
every blade of grass be cut
and white lines markin every thing
orange cones on every corner
with them goals a glowin
and parents waiten anxiously
aint to sure what happen last nite
but it sure be lookin like
a miracle to me. |
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