Practice - Poem by Cloamae Suiters
The boys were in their practice
togs when up to the sky
O; the clouds started to form
but the boys said play on'
AND THEN: AND THEN'
The rain begin to fall as one
of the boys said pass me that ball
Yes the boys wanted to Practice even though
the sky was Dark
AND THEN. AND THEN
The rain begin to fall and fall
so the couch said
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