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There once was a ball,
you'd think it was a lonely ball,
This ball in question, lived at the bottom
of the ball basket, it was always
the last to be used.
Not once did a person upon use
reflate the ball for it was already
in a sorry state.
This was the life of the sad pathetic ball,
To be used, but never repaired.
To be bounced, but never reflated.
It's fate, like the rest of it's ilk
is to end up nothing more than
wasted piece of material
usable for nothing.
0/0 effort.
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