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Life as a football

Text Box:            Life as a football is harsh. You are always being kicked, or thrown, or muddy or dirty. Let me tell you about my life as a football.
         First, I was the cleanest football ever. I was in the best shape! I hadn’t been touched by a speck of dust, dirt, or mud. So, I was put in the display cabinet at Dick’s Sporting Goods. Every single day, I was given a royal bath. Each night, I heard someone Life as a football is harsh. You are always being kicked, or thrown, or muddy or dirty. Let me tell you about my life as a football.
         First, I was the cleanest football ever. I was in the best shape! I hadn’t been touched by a speck of dust, dirt, or mud. So, I was put in the display cabinet at Dick’s Sporting Goods. Every single day, I was given a royal bath. Each night, I heard someone say, “Clean the old football with the old rag!!!” To me, that was music to my ears. If I knew what it meant. Well, I can tell you where all that glory was going, down the drain.
         The day came, a man yelled, he wanted me, he yelled for me, he yelled to the boss, he paid the boss, a lot, he got me, he took me, and brought me to a big green thing, it had a flat surface, it was huge, it had white markings on it, it also had a bunch of seats around it. Only two words came to mind. FOOTBALL STADIUM. I remember being held in his hand. It was big, old, callused, dry, with vanes popping, out. Me in one hand, coffee in the other, whistle around his neck, a cap on his head. One word. COACH. You can pretty much guess my life from then on, tiring, harsh, dirty, muddy, old.
         For a football, I have to admit, I’m pretty good at math, but I couldn’t count how many games I was played at. I decided to stop at 634. After many long years of misery, I was kept in a glass case. I watched a very, very, old man, with very big, old, callused, dry, with vanes popping out. I watched them being fallen upon by the man’s head at his desk. He never moved. He wasn’t breathing. A very old woman came in, she stopped, you could tell by looking at her that her heart had skipped a beat. She lay her hand on his back. She picked up the phone, and dialed 3 numbers, and waited. Well, you can guess what happened after that. When the little old lady was left alone in her house, she looked at me with wet, big, puffy eyes, walked over to me, picked me up, hugged me, and cried.
say, “Clean the old football with the old rag!!!” To me, that was music to my ears. If I knew what it meant. Well, I can tell you where all that glory was going, down the drain.
The day came, a man yelled, he wanted me, he yelled for me, he yelled to the boss, he paid the boss, a lot, he got me, he took me, and brought me to a big green thing, it had a flat surface, it was huge, it had white markings on it, it also had a bunch of seats around it. Only two words came to mind. FOOTBALL STADIUM. I remember being held in his hand. It was big, old, callused, dry, with vanes popping, out. Me in one hand, coffee in the other, whistle around his neck, a cap on his head. One word. COACH. You can pretty much guess my life from then on, tiring, harsh, dirty, muddy, old.
For a football, I have to admit, I’m pretty good at math, but I couldn’t count how many games I was played at. I decided to stop at 634. After many long years of misery, I was kept in a glass case. I watched a very, very, old man, with very big, old, callused, dry, with vanes popping out. I watched them being fallen upon by the man’s head at his desk. He never moved. He wasn’t breathing. A very old woman came in, she stopped, you could tell by looking at her that her heart had skipped a beat. She lay her hand on his back. She picked up the phone, and dialed 3 numbers, and waited. Well, you can guess what happened after that. When the little old lady was left alone in her house, she looked at me with wet, big, puffy eyes, walked over to me, picked me up, hugged me, and cried.

Text Box: Immersed in the depths of the water,
feelings can be expressed.
Dreams can come true.
You can pretend anything,
do anything.
Pool.

Text Box: The Beach

Text Box: The sweet
       sweet
       sweet smells of all of the algae
Seagulls soar through the sky
flying high
          high above.
The beach, the waves, the water.
The sand, the fun, the laughter.
The birds, the people, the end.

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Text Box: Flames of a fire,
Crackling,
Popping.
Sending out sparks that they didn’t want to belong there.
Sending out flames. Flames to protect, to burn anyone who gets to close. Guarding the logs that have created the fire.

Flames of a fire.