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Play Ball

Quickly,
colors flash from end to end.
Its all a blur,
its all a blur from that point.
The point of no return.
Moving quickly.
Ever so quickly the ball glares as the timer is at its final countdown.
With a instantaneously movement the shot gathers to the rim, with a gracious kiss the ball swerves around and around.
The crowds loud outburst of screams and chant disappeared as if magic.
2..1.. the timer is done
everyone just stands there on that court.
the court I will never forget.
With one slow agile movement..
the ball slips disinclined into the white crossed net.
the game is over.
The war was over.
Our championship concurred



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