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Palms sweaty with the beat, and the ball,
givin it up, and givin their all, now.
Everything gets loud, as the crowd goes wild,
I look down and smile, at my grown-up child.
He heads down the lane, gets fouled, but no one to blame,
Turn over and goes for a three, but he misses and gets two frees.
Utter silence as he bounces it,
held breath as it bounces in,
everyone cheering as we almost win.
Palms sweaty with the beat, and the ball,
the clock ticks to no time at all;
a team mate goes for a lay up,
someone blocks and jumps up.
No more sweat, no more beat.

Just the ball.

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