Thursday, November 6, 2014

A Memoir From Me

                                            The Basketball court was usual enough
                            There were balls scattered around, The basketball hoop standing,
                        The familiar lines on the ground, Laughter resonating through the wind 
                                                     And the sound of dribbling.

                                                  My friends and I did what kids do.
                                          We ran across the court, We shared our joy,
                                                  Gained new skills every second 
                    And memories were implanted in our heads as we shot countless hoops.
                                                       Doing Nothing Important.

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