Friday, February 17, 2012

Poem

It was only one possession
 Why must my coach scream,
 My poor defense permitted the basket
 But what can one hoop mean? .
 As the pass comes my direction, .
 And I fumble it into the stands,
 The coach's voice rings loud and clear,
 "Catch with your eyes and hands!"
 C'mon, coach, it's a single possession,
 Our team will be okay.
 It's just the first two minutes,
 My gosh, we've got all

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