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As I dribble down the court. I can feel the wind whooshing through my hair. My heart beating, roaring to keep up with me. The tension from the crowd. I can hear the crowd screaming.
@TheCodsPollocks There's a fella I know called Jim Must be feeling full to the brim 3 - 1 away. Great result today So I've written this ditty for him So who is it next time. Newcastle.
I fly across the floor. Diamonds on my back shine and sparkle in the light, and I feel my radiance as I fly before the judges.
Swim is ending And I am so forlorn I have made it through the criticism and scorn I will miss the smell of chlorine in the air And fluffy softness of my damp hair I will long for the coolness of...
Oh how I have missed, These fairways of green. The crisp morning air, Ponds like a screen. Although my score, Will be a disaster. The walk and the freedom, Feels like a big plaster.
City nearly got that last kick, But Real Madrid got in there all to quick, 3-2, that's the score, To the Spanish team, what a bore, McFc are the best by far, When Heart dives, you can't tell it'll...
#household No fancy rhymes or pretty lines, this is who I am. Multi-layered, but at the core, a football loving man. Not the wimpy game you Euros play, where hands are not allowed.
Go, Mo, Go. The crowd erupts in cheers, Even if he doesn't win, It won't end up in tears. Run, Jess, run. As fast as you can. Can't catch her, She's the champion.
A dozen athletes, A dozen wheelchairs, A dozen times around the track, Now there's no going back, This is the Paralympics.
Squeaking tires, And yelling fans. Expensive cars, And rain on the land. High speed corners, Track temperature high, Fatal collisions... Someone might die.
Right folks, here's the score. Gonna be a 1 - 1 draw. We'll go out, you see. By the odd penalty. I wouldn't expect any more. I know what I'll get for this. A 'yah', a 'boo' and a hiss.
The sun's been shining today The same down Poland way In this Jubilee year Give the nation some cheer Make the Swedes look like turnips I say. White shirts are all around The cross of St.
This afternoon, 5 o'clock Getting ready for England to rock Could it be after all the tears First major title in 46 years. With half a team that's fit to play And the ex-manager of WBA England...
This afternoon, 5 o'clock Getting ready for England to rock Could it be after all the tears First major title in 46 years. With half a team that's fit to play And the ex-manager of WBA England...