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The Soccer Field By Sitting there, by my mom On the chairs, the grass tickled my feet Me with my shoes off I sat there. Heard people Chanting and cheering, seeing Little kids run around See my big sister kick that Ball—her foot lifts off the ground The ball goes flying like a bird I sit there and watch It si very sunny out. I sit there By my water bottle. I see the playground Swings, slides, and sand This is what it feels like To be at the soccer field. |