All I will ask god
before I go
is for one last shot,
one last dribble
and one last foe.
Think not it selfish
but think it whole,
this person I have become
in one last go.
Think not it fair,
but think it even,
this hardwood we travel on-
on our last road.
And think not it life,
but think it a game
and give us a foe
we cannot, we would not,
we will not blame.
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