Thursday, 4 April 2013

Cheer leading Poem

I love to be a Cheerleader it's hard, but it's fun. We practice in the winter, and the heat of the sun. We practice after school, till way after dark. We have to study hard to get a good mark. We go and get donations, and ask the people to help. To send us to competition, to pride you, and ourselves. All of us girls, we're like sisters I know, We help each other out, when ones feeling low. Cheer leading is in your mind, heart, body and soul. It's hard to explain, but it's true it's something you live, not something grew. It should come easy, but of course it's not, it's a price you pay when your reaching for the top.

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