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Basketball


Every afternoon, between four or five

At this time, I get to feel alive

To relieve the day, I go to the park to play ball.

 

Practicing, trying my best to succeed

Basketball is what i always need

Doesn't matter if I get hurt or fall

 

Intense workout with lots of sweat

Trying to get shots into the  net

All I need is a ball

 

FInally after the day ends, I improve

Making my shot feel real smooth

Now all I wish is to get tall.

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