For playoffs with the Leafs,
Something that was common as I grew up,
Salming, Gilmour, Sundin.
And what a story they wrote for themselves!
Coming back from three-one,
To a game seven where they're up three goals,
With ten minutes left in regulation.
The two of us lived in a ree'lity,
Of the Leafs in round two,
My son went to bed before overtime,
To learn that reality can be skewed.
It's a small thing,
A team being knocked out,
But still a memory embedded in,
A mind still learning what life is about.
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