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football
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2.02.2020
red zone
When writing the last 20 lines of a poem, the poet is in the red zone.
[On Super Bowl LIV Sunday]
12.09.2015
field awareness
He was deft with line breaks, like a wide receiver who knows how to test the edge of the field but always keeps two feet in bounds.
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