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5d
The shuttlecock, served,
Goes over the net.
I'll probably lose
The dollar I bet.

The birdie in flight
Flits like a sparrow.
She hits it so hard
It darts like an arrow.

I smack it as hard
As I can possibly smack it,
And, wouldn't you know it,
It's stuck in my racquet.
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