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Game of Basketball


My heart races as I step on the court Basketball my favorite sport The whistle blows to start the game It's a feeling I can't explain My team is my family When we work together there's no boundaries Pass, shoot, score Everyone wants more Time for defense no one gets by Shot goes up the ball is mine The half time buzzer blows Into the locker room we go Start at half it's a tie We need to give it our all to get by Ten seconds left down by one We can't be done I have the ball I shoot a three The crowd stands up and cheers or me.
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