Tennis Racket
When you’re at school, I wait.
When you’re away, I hate to sit in my case.
I want to get out and feel the air swoosh through my face.
I hear the front door open.
You come into your room.
You pick me up and take me out--
To the courts--
To play tennis.
And I feel strong.
By: cinnabonbunny_tvi mrgreen
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HAI GAIZ 8D lol. Let's shee well i like to write poems so occasionally i'll post some of my work in here and also if i come across a good quote or poem by someone, i may post it in here too to share with you :] Thanks for poppin by and feel free to c
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