No Time for Sleep
Eight hours until practice and the house is still boisterous
Seven hours until practice and the television is blasting
Six hours until practice and the yelling downstairs is moving continuous
Five hours until practice and the ogres slam the front door
Four hours until practice and the stomping of their feet move through the halls
Three hours until practice and the house finally ends the loud war
Two hours until practice and I finally can fall asleep into my ball
One hour until practice and I throw on my running shoes
Practice time and now I have nothing to lose
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