Not just a game.

Mon, 09/03/2018 - 20:24 -- jahoov

I know you're angry, but just hit the ball,

Fifty times, forehand and backhand, against that wall.

I'll run you til you're no longer angry or sad,

Just make sure that your form isn't all that bad.

By the end of the day I'm worked out and sore,

My game is better and you've not counted the score.

Thank you for helping me with my tennis game and more...

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