Walt: write a poem/rap
Before the coach blows his whistle
People want to wrestle
A shot here
A block there
The clock goes out
The crowds starts to shout
Dribble left, Dribble right, then shoot
The ball goes bouncing
Players are shouting
The handle, the passes, the shots raining down
Leaves the other teams couch with a perpetual frown
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