keyblades4jesus• 13w
The field awaits, a canvas so grand,
LaPorta emerges, a steady hand.
With sure hands he catches, a graceful sight,
A weapon in motion, shining ever so bright.
He'll break the tackles, he'll elude the chase,
Gaining yards after catch, with effortless grace.
He'll be a force, a constant threat,
Moving the chains, no time to regret.
He'll silence the doubters, with every bold play,
A rising star, shining ever so gay.
He'll lead the Lions, to victory's call,
Conquering all obstacles, standing ten feet tall.
So let him fly, let him soar,
A force of nature, forevermore.
He'll lead the charge, with courage and grace,
Conquering the field, in this crucial space.
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