Bounce

October 11, 2013

Bounce, bounce

Up and down

and back again

shoot it up

and hear them cheer

Song and praise

are saved for them

there is no room

for us down here

In this small town

where we were born

some are famous

the rest forgot

The truth of it is

the real bull's horn

if you don't play sports

genius counts for naught

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Sushi-catJul 13, 2014

<p>That last part is so true. It's like if you don't play sports you're pretty much invisible or not important.</p>