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Hardcourt Hero

It’s the final quarter In this seventh game From courtside to the bleachers People are chanting my name.. I look at the clock It reads only three The score’s a deadlock Everybody’s on their feet.. Not a second to waste Coach calls for time And we huddle in haste ‘Coz the game’s on the line.. He sets up the play The ball goes to me Of course that’s clear as day ‘Coz I am the MVP! The ref whistles, ready or not Teammate inbounds, passes, I catch A few dribbles, split the double, then I pop Swish! Game over, we win the match! The crowd roars, the championship’s won On my knees and in tears I rejoice with the team But when I opened my eyes, boom! They’re gone! Alas, just another dream..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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