Poetry

A Play Ball.

A play ball,

Is my friend.

Though it may sound childish,

It is not.

In times of play,

In stress,

In days black and nights white,

I have played with it,

And it has stood with us.

A play ball,

Is more than any friend who may or may not stand by us.

Adios!

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