Tennis Ball - Poem by Carla Kitts
A golden green ball
Perfectly round and made to bounce up after a fall
Laying in the grass abandoned and alone
Looking so lonely i simply just had to take it home
Feel like the princess with her golden ball
You know the one where in a pond it did fall?
Who knew playing with a ball would be so much fun?
Me and my ball we shall never be done
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