There is mayhem in p.
When the player breaks free,
The ball bounces with glee.
Because p = mv.
The invisible hand.
Upturns all the plans.
From one it will flee.
Because p = mv.
The score shall turn quick.
The game change is too slick,
The coach all at sea.
Because p = mv.
One of nature’s great forces.
Like mighty water courses,
Cuts a swathe through what be.
Because p = mv.
What mystery is this?
It comes forth from the mist,
And does rust our game key.
Because p = mv.
Man seeks it and speaks of it.
And chases its great wit,
How to be on its lee.
This p = mv.
Teams kneel at her alter.
And both love her and fault her.
What beauty has she.
This p = mv.
Winter grass does go green.
Many-a September has seen,
The power of thee.
This p = mv.
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About Damian O'Donnell
I'm passionate about breathing. And you should always chase your passions. If I read one more thing about what defines leadership I think I'll go crazy. Go Cats.
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