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May 28, 1988

The game is on

at the park.

The stars are out.

It’s close to dark.

Hoop Kings

SOARing

in the SKY

so high

so fly

like they Got Wings

(its’s like the blacktop

is a boxSPRING)

Hey, Charlie, you see what he did with that THING!

My best friend, Skinny, yells

T

               W

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                                             R

                                                            L

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                                                                                                         G and WHIRLING the ball

                                   so sweet

it’s like a bee s t i n g

(Ouch!)

He just Swished

in your Face.

Stung you like

a can of mace

these boys so fly

they’re outta SPACE!

 

C’mon, Charlie, I got next. Let’s hoop, Skinny says,

jumping from the sidewalk.

Nah, I gotta get home for dinner, I lie.