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My Rival's Dance

May 30, 2011
By Gurupremier BRONZE, Atascadero, California
Gurupremier BRONZE, Atascadero, California
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The look in his eyes
Could make anyone angry;
But I kept cool like ice:
Such a task was not easy.

We clashed heads until
The ice in my veins melted;
My mom was worried
It’d turn into something where I’d get pelted.

The hand that held my jersey
Was struck down again and again;
Every time he did this
All I wanted for him was pain.

He got into my head
With tactics driven by hate,
He walked off the court with a win
And I will never forget that game.


The author's comments:
i am describing a player guarding me in a basketball game that i was very frustrated with.

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