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Tennis by mike bullock Like a game of tennis I keep sending back Your ball If only I would let You win Then You would have my all My shield is quite a barrier Defences, very tight So how long can I hold out Till I finally see the light. It's only me that's suffering By doing my own thing I can't release Your power Till the same hymn we both sing So may I let You keep my ball As I concede defeat Cause You are one opponent Whom I certainly won't beat. |
 This poem was a finalist in the January 2008 poetry contest |
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