Basketball
I was bouncing my ball
on a warm summer day
when he looked up
and he did say
shoot me through
that hoop up there
and let me fly
right through the air
shoot me through
that orange round rim
if you make it
we will win
but if you miss it
that's okay
cuz i'll still love you
anyway
I shot the ball
and i made the shot
the ball looked up and said
thanks, thanks alot
I knew you could do it
I knew you would
keep practicing now
just like you should
poem by Jake Vos
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