The squeak of shoes, a rhythm on the floor,
The orange sphere, a target to explore.
A clash of wills beneath the stadium's glare,
Where gravity defies and spirits dare.
The dribble's pulse, a heartbeat fast and strong,
A weaving dance where wrong and right belong.
A sudden leap, a soaring, graceful flight,
The net's soft swish, a moment pure and bright.
The...
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