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Mar 2013
The rugged texture of the game,
The crowd yelling out your name,
The brushing wind throughout the court,
The intensity of the sport,
Jumping from this side to that,
Racing where the ball is at,
Hitting it, in mid-air,
Back and forth throughout the square,
The passion of the game is bliss,
End my ode to tennis.
Audrey Bautz
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Audrey Bautz  America
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