ball
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Darling, you love me
And yet, I love you more
My angel, you like me
And, but I like you more.
Racing down the court, the score is 12 to 10.
I steal the ball from red, and pass to my teammate Ben.
“Shoot a three, and we’ll take home a win,” I shout.
I woke up in a cold sweat
I rustled and tussled and fret
For I knew today
Would be the day
I had to go bowling.
It had been my biggest fear
For the better half of a year
a day
a month
a year
thats how long they've known each other
it started in deep winter
it was still an adventure
they never spoke about the future
they never spoke about the kids
Once a upon a time,
There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor.
Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother
Made her do all the chores.
waltzing, with clarity, with passion
the body moves how the voice knows not
to speak
with one’s feet paints a most vibrant picture
of the soul
reach out, extend the arms
a welcoming embrace
Buzzing bees and blooming trees
have everyone aglow.
Sunny, cloudless skies give rise
to warmer days, I know.
Singing birds, and pretty words
about newly grassy greens,
Petals abud and puddles of mud
When the days are long, and I'm feeling blue,
all I need is a ball and hoop to put it through.
The sound of the swish does bring such pleasure.
Plaing ball is finding hidden treasure.
My love for Football is so great,Practicing for my next game 'til the dusk of day.The night starts and the game's away,tackle, sprint 'til the end of the night.
Our breaths hang in the air, eyes fixed on the server who has his
body poised subjugated beneath the suspended ball
