Preposition Poem

As I wait to see the running back, plus looking for linemen coming at me.
Beyond the line of scrimmage, I see the running back, beyond the line of scrimmage.
As he runs through the hole, I rush towards him.
When I get to him, he tries to juke, but we stay with him.
Players on the opposite team try to block us.
Across the field comes a linemen, and he blocks us.
But Tripp and I break free and make the tackle

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