Lord Stanley's CupA Poem by Will
The sheen of white ice,
The gleam of silver skates, and the glint of crimson blood All reflect beautifully into Lord Stanley's Cup The effort of a lifetime, The sweat of long hard months, and the fists of angry wingers All come together to earn Lord Stanley's Cup The grail held high, The tears roll down, And the smiles beam All in the wake of Lord Stanley's Cup © 2013 WillAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWillBrooklyn, NYAboutWell now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..Writing
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