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Dec 2016
The ball flies fast,
from player to player like giant pinball,
each touch is a score,
for each pass is a telepathic reward,
of hours spent honing skill and strategy,
friends playing friends achieving their dreams,
to show the world on game day your skill unbound,
there is escape for those on court and of court alike,
the worries gone replaced by the battle of mind and body,
only the ball matters,
a pass high above the hoop leads to alley oop,
the crowd cheers and your heart is gleeful,
for the art is witnessed by all.
I sometimes think it is hard for those that do not love sport to understand why people watch it. It is pure escapism.
Mark Donnelly
Written by
Mark Donnelly  Melbourne, VIC, AUS
(Melbourne, VIC, AUS)   
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   Bianca Reyes and Marian Kutra
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