The red in their eyes, a cold stare down the fields, fists clenched, tears down their eyes, they look at us; we stare back; they lost the finals. Back to My Home Page Back to My Class's Home Page
a cold stare down the fields,
fists clenched,
tears down their eyes,
they look at us;
we stare back;
they lost the finals.
Back to My Home Page Back to My Class's Home Page
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