In game one the yanks had some fun
But the series was not yet done
Game three, runs mores than eleven
Boston’s run to take game seven
In game four, Papi’s blast closed the door
Even heard Yanks pitchers swore
In game five our team was revving
Boston’s run to take game seven
Game six we took em for a ride
Three apiece and now we’re both tied
Game seven we were in heaven
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Good poem Adam. I liked your description of the events. You really made me remember watching the game and how I felt after they won. You seemed to follow the guidelines of the poem type very well. Also, I really liked your last line with a reference to "heaven." I think this was exactly how they did feel and you could really see it. Good job.
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