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Grab the racquet,

My feet are set,

I smack the ball over the net.

 

Yellow ball flying in the air,

Must clear the net with plenty to spare.

 

Opponents running sode to side,

They hit it back but it goes wide.

 

The score is tied, it's do or die,

It's time to let the racquets fly.

 

I'm getting tiired, the match is long,

Time to hope I do nothing wrong.

 

They hit it back, and the ball goes out,

I win the match and we all shout,

This is what tennis is all about.






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