william mcgehee - Cleats

A tribute now to all I was
And all that I hoped to be
Their shining black all caked with mud
Won on the field in victory.

They now within my closet lie
Where they, after the game were hurled
But if given the choice then I
I would not trade them for the world.

william mcgehee

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