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Noah Resnick Lincoln FieldAs the bell rings, I hurry up to Lincoln, trying not to fall I think about what I’m going to work on, how I can train What should I practice; so much is running through my brain I step onto the hard packed turf with my bag and my ball I start setting up little goals with my shoes, but not too small Someone throws their body into mine, no worry I like the pain If I don’t play my hardest what’s there to gain This place is great, how could I ever leave, all I need is a ball
I love the excitement of defending just one man I know I can beat him, if I just stick with him all the way I just concentrate on what I’ve learned, I will win, I know I can I just have to formulate the perfect plan Hours pass, but I know I can keep playing as long as it’s day I want to get better and become the best, I hope I can stay
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]
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