Basketball
The sound the ball makes when it hits the floor.
The plays the coach gives that help us to score.
I dribble the ball to get down the court.
Skills that can never be bought from the store.
Hours of practice to make me better;
Lifting heavy weights in the gym's weight room,
Learning ways to be a good pick setter.
I sweep up the floor like a kitchen broom.
Lap after lap around a local track.
I watch basketball any chance I can.
I try to make up for the things I lack.
Love every defense like man to man.
I am a baller for life, you must know,
Know that I am always ready to go.
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