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A Perfect Serve

The whistle sounds,
Everyone’s eyes are on me.
I step up to the service line,
Balancing the ball between my hands.
I bounce the ball
Until I’m ready.
With you swift motion,
I toss the ball up,
Extend my right arm towards it,
Hoping to meet the ball on its journey down.
‘SMACK!’
The kiss of the ball against my hand
Echoes against the gym walls.
Soaring, Flying, Gliding across the net.
Second go by…..
‘THWACK!’ the ball hits the floor,
Knowing one thing,
ACE



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