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Annie Golovcsenko

PUCKIS

Pound, pound, pound is the beat inside my heart
This game is sweet but also somewhat tart
It means so much to my teammates and me
Few minutes remain in the game, just three
We’re playing well and having so much fun
We’re passing the puck and shooting a ton
I look down the bench and let out a smile
We worked hard this year and it was worthwhile
These girls are my heart, my soul, and my mind
We can win this game, we’re not yet behind
Suddenly, I wake up from my daydream
I look up and glance over at my team
We’re in overtime, it’s not looking great
A girl gets open because she went straight
We cover her but it’s not quite enough
Haley gets pushed down, but she’s very tough
She gets up so fast but her mark is wide
The girl gets the puck and takes just one stride
She takes the shot and the puck hits a skate
Our goalie is there but it is too late
My eyes fill up and I can feel the tears
I don’t think I’ve been this upset in years
I see my teammates and they’re crying too
We deserved to win, but what can you do?
This season is something that I’m going to miss
There are no words to describe it, besides our word: PUCKIS

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