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The Champions

Blades, freshly sharpened,
Laces, tightly tied,
Ice, newly flooded,
Spirits running high.

A lifetime's chance before us,
Thirty minutes, this game,
Thirty minutes, of a lifetime,
For a little chance at fame.

Now sounds the final buzzer,
All eyes to the scoreboard turn,
Seven to one, our favor,
The championship we do earn.


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