Ball bouncing between hands
a break neck pace
as they tear down
the court.
Muscles move
in perfect ferocious
sync.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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I'm a basketball coach I'm my days off from blogging. Dig it. You captured it well.
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