Trainer
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Cessna,
Have I ever told you
how proud I am?
How proud I am of you.
You grew from a little boy
of twenty-some pounds.
Twenty-some pounds at four months.
As you grew, you learned
God work your magic through my hands;
I'll heal the souls of the dedicated.
When they break like rusted baskeball nets,
I remind them why they entered the game.
Remember when you dad got you your first ball?