The first whistle blows
on a windy Saturday morn
tired and sweaty I have become
I want to quit
but I have to stick with it
My team needs me To
take over the court
and not o abort
I want to Quit
But I have to stick with it
the third whistle blows
Times almost up
I grab my water cup
and remember never to give up
Down by ten I need to stick with it
win, win I need it in my brain
then swish, the ball in the net
going down like a drain
I get confidence
then I know
I'm not going to quit
I'm going to stick with it!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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