Number Eighteen Poem by ERNEST CLARY

Number Eighteen



She, s real tough and lean
her number is eighteen
when it comes to soccer
she, s no talker
its in her soul
to make another goal
when she, s on the field
she plays hard and doesnt yield
it was such joy
to see her take the ball from a big boy
when she kicked the ball
it soared past them all
without pause or toll
it went into the goal
she, s a little beauty queen
but on the field she, s real mean
she, s my little number eighteen

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Mariah Clary 04 December 2008

i love it, it's perfect :)

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ERNEST CLARY

ERNEST CLARY

St.Charles Missouri
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