It’s no secret that March arrives like a lion and leaves like a lamb. But it’s no accident either. So who are the highly skilled teammates making this seasonal handoff each year? Find out in this Production.
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The rhythm and hum of pigskin season is at the heart of this short film, exploring the wondrous life cycle of football. PLAY CLOCK features narration by Charlie, music by iMovie, and is written, directed and edited by Paul Camarata.
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O quesadee’
I sing to thee
This song of yummy squishy chee’.
All melty
In a tortee’
So sticky deelish, who wouldn’t agree?
For you, easily
I’d surrender a fee
Of a hundy … two hundy … hund’infinity!
But I’ll also concee’,
Quesadee, my swee’
Even sweeter you’d be
For just a penny
Or better yet
Completely for free!
Younger than young
Are chickens in eggs
So young, in fact,
They have shells for legs
And though they roll crooked
That’s finer than fine:
Most goings are baby steps
In crooked lines.
When I woke up this morning
The weather was hot.
But where were my flip-flops?
Did I know? I did not.
All through the long winter
All we wore was boots
Then suddenly the
Flipping trees had flopped fruit.
So in my bare feet
With nerves that were fraying
I searched for my flops
While I shoulda’ been playing.
Being flipflopless
Was terribly scary,
‘Till the moment I found’em –
That flipped on my merry.
‘Cause nothing says good times
Like flops on your feet
Not inside the house
But out on the warm street.
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