Watching them while young
There skills was cool
Had the best players then
With no game to loose
Each match they thrash
Clinching the trophy
Reigning in the league
Top of all, Tornadoes for big boys.
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Never ending space
Players say their names
From goalkeeper to those on bench
All dangerous, fit and firm
Never giving space
Always at their best
Giving no chance to break or bend
Terrific on the field, Shattering the net
The home of wins
Clans of the great
Tornadoes, the league
Setting the pace.
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The present isn't it
Gone were those days
Field doesn't shake anymore
Plagued by men in pot belly
Relegated in each league
Forgotten was there name
None knows how it happened
They just fade away
Though, still in play
My Tornadoes has no wind again.
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An entry into @mariannewest everyday freewrite.