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Point Guard


Nancy Brar

The blood pounds inside my head,

I let the anticipation build,

I take the rebound and my team I led,

Down the basketball court,

Whipping one way, then going another,

Between the legs and a spin of sorts,

The ball is dribbled hard and tough,

But controlling the ball is not enough,

I look around,

My options I weigh,

Squeaky shoes the only sound,

Losing the ball is a price Iím not willing to pay,

Then Iím inward bound,

The tiny window of opportunity I see,

Then away and gone goes me,

Past my check I quickly go,

Then shout once,

The ball I throw,

Into the outstretched arms of my post,

Then it hits the backboard and in it goes!

The scoreboard shows our points are the most,

When I make the play I have to play the right cards,

I lead my team,


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