A loud clap echoes from the ice
taking flight should feel very nice
A driven bullet, a laser blast
in all your travels you've never gone this fast
Skimming low, through the trees
this shot has eyes, will hit no knees
On its way, you can see some daylight
it may find its way in, high and to the right
Slow motion now,the goalie is toast
but a last defense gets it, it slams off the post!
The sound of failure echoes in your ears
the game is lost,and now come the tears
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