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Nov 28, 2010

third and long

everyone stands in silence
hearts pound scared to breathe
lights flash
all eyes point to one spot.
seconds takes the form of minutes
everything slows to a crawl
hope is pinned on the luck and talent of a few.
Posted by santana copeland at Sunday, November 28, 2010
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