My Favorite Object

Being on an island

Alone with no one to talk to

What a scary time

How will I survive?


What will I bring?

Most people would say

Food or maybe a special someone

But not me, I am very different


My volleyball for the love of the game

To have something to occupy myself with

A net would be made out of sticks

I would no longer be nervous  and afraid


I have my favorite object

My volleyball

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