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By Thomas R. Thomas

I can see her
in my head.
Her stick in her hand,
in her short skirt
with her legs bare.

Standing, waiting
to charge her
adversary, not
afraid to clip
shins attacking
the hard firm ball.

Blonde hair flying
colliding with her foe
– that fierce fury
gleaming in her eyes.

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