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Volleyball
Volleyball is a game.
The nets hold our dreams like tangled bugs.
Beads of sweat in our raised brows,
and as we are dressed in blue and white,
The burning floors of our smooth skin
The sound of screaming become bears
Even if don’t win we have bruise and
Have smiles in our face.

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Something about this piece is I really love volleyball and I always play with my family or cousins and each time I play i get better each time.