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Tennis


You hit the ball

Now it is deuce

It is on 

Everyone is quite

Like a golf match

Come on I can do this

You say 

Your oppent

Is sweat fircely

Okay serve

Now 

You get it in

He runs to get it

In

But wait 

Moonball 

You hate those 

But you hit it in

The ball never drops

Then out of nowhere

You hear a snap 

You fall 

They stop the match

"CALL THE ABULANCE!"
They yell 

They get you in the back

They say don't look 

But you already looked

The bone is broke 

But something else

Is wrong 

You feel blood and can smell it

The bone is all the 

Way thought your leg

They see the bone

Great you think 

My tennis and forensic scholorships 

Are out the door

 

 

 

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