Slapshot

I flew across the cold hard slab Motion fluid and eyes locked on I know the moment is at hand Do it now before it's gone Pull back my stick and let it fly Slap the puck just ever so There it is the shots not sly Driven right into the goal

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.