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Table Tennis is not Ping-Pong - Nov. 13, 2024

Gary Hunter

we play the one where lots

of noises are made

grunts and groans shrieks and cackles

hoots and hollers


I play with my weaker hand

to keep the games close

though I add my wiles and smart mouth

if she inches ahead towards the end


c’mon Liliian the pressures on

better cover that backhand side

this serve’s coming in fast


her mood darkens when I tie the score

if I happen to miss the next two shots

she jumps and screams YES! twice


was I playing sloppy and let her win

or did I choke and lose the game?

sometimes yes sometimes no


all I know is her face lights up

like the one she wore as little Lil


happy without a care in the world


 
 

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