Basketball

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~Marcus Chatman Jr.

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Bouncing high like a rabbit in flight,

spinning under the gym's bright light.

It soars through the air, like a bird set free.

Flying to the hoop with ease. 

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The leather is worn rough and tough.

Scuffed from the dribbles, not strong enough.

It whispers its secrets with every bounce.

Proudly echoes while the clock keeps count.

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The heartbeat of the game, it gets no rest.

Held by dreamers trying to be their best.

With one last shot, it takes it's chance.

Swishing through the net; a perfect dance.