Aloof in a corner I sat,
Waiting for the time
To embrace my love.

All I could do
Was to wait
For the clock to strike.

As the clock ticked tocked
The whistles pitched up
And higher I flew.

Spat! A slap on my right
And a slap on my left
I kept moving from one to the other.

Rolling I hit the ground hard
Covered in dirt
I kept hitting back and forth.

Ouch! ouch! ouch!
It really hurt
But they never heard.

Yet, I endured the pain
To get a sip of my love
Though for a fleeting moment.

Yes! The time has come,
I fly higher and faster
Finally, embracing my love.

The whistles blew up
And the board marked the points
As the team scored their goal.

(Narrative from a basketball's point of view)

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