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May 22, 2008
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I am tossed
like a precious jewel.
The players fear
giving me away.
I long
for a familiar friend,
the net and rim
I spin toward.
The players heads
turn and watch
my path to the hoop.
As I travel
the buzzer rings.
My path is inevitable.
Everyone holds their breath,
as I hit the rim and miss.
Heads sink,
pride is lost.

Defeat. :(





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