Ball is Life

August 25, 2016

When the days are long, and I'm feeling blue,

all I need is a ball and hoop to put it through.

The sound of the swish does bring such pleasure.

Plaing ball is finding hidden treasure.

I need no friends, I need no wife.

All I need is a ball, because ball is life.

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