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Volleyball

October 14, 2007
By Anonymous

The large white object hurtles towards my planet.
Fight or flight, my mind screams
Neither are possible-
I try to run but can't move quickly enough
The round fiend would hurt me more than I would it.
I expect it to break open, revealing the devil itself
Horns and all, the same color as our arms,
which have been attacked by his pitchfork.


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