Basketball

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Running up and down the court
Every pore in my body
flows with sweat.
I have bruises all over
from flying elbows,
bombarding me
from all directions.
One catches me in the mouth.
My lip bursts with blood
like a squeezed grape.
Floor burns cover my knees
from diving for the ball.
Shooting, passing,
playing hard nosed defense.
Winning!





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averystathos said...
Jan. 23, 2012 at 9:09 pm
HA that sounds just like me
 
averystathos replied...
Jan. 23, 2012 at 10:10 pm
HAHA Everything you said in that poem i've done in one whole day!!!
 
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