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Long Hours Played
May 6, 2024
I hate tennis. I hate the sun in my eyes as I serve. I hate how time consuming it is. I hate the way my shoes squeak on the court. I hate missing an easy passing shot. I hate being exhausted after playing games. Games are done, I hate that I want to play again.
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This is a 55 fiction poem that I wrote about playing in my tennis season.