A Love of Tennis

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Tennis is the result of hours work.
Through hours spent on the court, a bond is formed.
Sometimes while playing, I feel like a dork.
But after a close loss it is mourned.
The hours fly by as I learn a new skill.
The numbers are lost and have formed a blur.
True joy comes from an over-head smash kill.
Victory has never felt as pure.
Point by point, game by game, the match moves on,
‘Till only one remains, the victor strong.
The days spent playing are forever gone,
Though appearing short, they really are long.
Through all the trials that will come through it,
I love tennis, so I will never quit.





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