Sprained Ankle

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At home, I look outside the window
Seeing the hill I used to climb.
Today it looks so inviting.

At school, students dash through the hallway
As I slowly trudge by.

On the journey home, I hear the resonant thud
of the basketball on concrete, knowing well I cannot play.

Isn't nature taunting when my ankle is sprained?





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