To Play Tennis
You said you wanted to play tennis.
This is a great morning for playing.
It’s nice and warm and the sun is shining.
I bought a brand new racquet.
Now you say you’ve changed your mind.
Where are your balls?
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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