Perspective Poem
An open court
Every seat filled
Wide eyed and hope filled
Everyone on the edge of their seats
Im flying through the air
The last ten seconds on the clock
The shooter left wide open
The score is tied
I sink in to the bottom of the net scoring the basket
I am a basketball.
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