Sometimes I want a basketball hoop To relive the memories of my youth Just shooting hoops Outside come rain or come shine Be it sun or sleet I am playing against the street In this dream of mine Keeping track of stats For the imaginary game in my head The player names Some real, some not Kavik Williams, the stout power forward Boxing out there And Shasta Williams, the spry, Southpaw shooting guard extraordinaire Driving the lane Dishing a pass for a soft kiss off the glass Literally They were my dogs But not here, not in my head They were bona fide superstars With a made-up last name But when scant seconds remain It is only me, I am the lonely one Taking the inbounds pass off the house Deep in the corner, I turn to drain the winning shot
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