Tia
Friday, February 4, 2011
Baller
The crowd calmly chillen’ on the bleachers.
Players banking every shot.
Oh, the coach sassing the ref?
Is this game coming to a wreck?
Nahh
We are playing phenomenally!
We blasted that intense fleeking game.
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Dani
March 9, 2011 at 7:50 AM
haha, love the poem. Love the words you use.
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haha, love the poem. Love the words you use.
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