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My inspiration: Kobe


Greatness does not die with death,

rather it flies whils't we cry.

ten years old and all I could do is look,

in awe at the shots he took.

4.3 and counting, step back swack,

Lakers over the Grizzlies, words were lacked. 

Never was a quetion of his drive, 

his actions unable to lie.

His fall shocked us all, but awoke something 

 

 

 

 

 

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