Throwin Around That Old Football

Throwin around that old football.
It doesn't matter how big or small.
Just a game of cetch to start the day.
Without any rules to obey.

Throwin around that old football.
And watching it soar.
Oh who could think it a boar.
As it flys through the air.
We continue to stare.
Untill it touches our hands
And there it lands.

Throwin around that old football.
Just playing a little cetch with my friend.
I wish today would never end.
We toss the ball a few times more.
My mom yells from our door
I know we're done
We've had our fun.

poem by Ashlie Olsen
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