My Love and Hate Relationship with the Game of Basketball
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men on the court, shout, fight, we love the game [A]
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A clear and close view of our lives truns cruel [B]
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Repeat industrially, but only shame [A]
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Have no assist nor block, I’m just a fool [B]
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The ball was lost and the hard work was tossed [C]
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I grab my hair and scream with wrath and tear [D]
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I should not quit, but all I feel's exhaust[C]
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Too dim, too slow, too tall, was it unfair? [D]
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Worn-out, but I still love the game with zeal[E]
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To work hard on both ends was my main goal [F]
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To crossover right and swift dunks were real [E]
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To flee from me was just due to my threats [F]
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Clouds melt in, now more graceful and adept [G]
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To win was tangible cuz they sidestep [G]
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| I have learnt so much about basketball in TAPA. Sometimes, my works were left undone because of basketball, which was no doubt a painful experience. Sometimes, I left the games ashamed. Regardless, I have enjoyed my time with my peers. Although I often hated my great size, I believed it has made me slow, but there were times that I made things possible due to my size. Often exhausted, ashamed, and blamed, but I have also seen the power I possessed. The height could be a burden, but it is truly a great gift; thus, it should have been my sub-topic. |
