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The players beside him weave; but he
Out-runs the wannabes with pride.
Wondering if his skills can get him a journalism degree.
Hoping his loves won't collide,
On neither the newspaper or the soccer team is he the weakest link;
As he shoots the winning goal, for her, he adds a wink.

On the couch he lies,
Watching the teams make goals.
Think about London, his head in the skies.
His support for Obama is strong,
And political views aren't so wrong.

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