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DEFEAT

loss

The team of twelve loomed large,

cocksure on sturdy ground,

simply had it figured out,

came for a score to count.

 They showed up anyway,

to face the bruising they must take,

resigned to another beating,

heads held high, and unafraid.

One’s loss is another’s goal,

and across the field that day,

disbelief on both sides gave way,

  to a whooping celebration.

The score had been settled in play,

the strong had learned to break,

 and the weak to appreciate,

 a victory given away.

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