Glazed With Colors Remastered
The soccer ball, Glazed with colors. But a terrible game, Never meets the hall of fame. The final round, Always terrific. So terrific, Almost mythic. But the soccer ball feels so lonely, Only he could get past the goalie. But the goalie was not there, He was at a timeshare. The soccer ball, No colors left. He feels very, Very bereft.
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