Nothin' But Net

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Standing here, facing the net.
The timer is racing behind me,
and the opponents are squeaking
their sneakers.
People in the bleachers cheering.
I have the ball in my hands,
Bouncing the ball around opponents,
On my way to victory.

I stop with the ball still in my hands.
Taking one good look around me.
Then paste my eyes on the net.
Taking a deep breath in,
I throw the ball into mid-air.
Silence as the ball travels.
All I can hear is my heart beating,
And then came the swoosh of the ball, going right through the net.





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