The magic starts tomorrow
the exertions of tonight
A lot of work goes in
to a season of delight
nine-thousand one hundred and twenty-five
hours will fly by
I know I can't
savor them all
but of course
I'm going
to try
The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe...