I looked outside today when I got downstairs to turn the computer on I saw your basketball hoop laying out in the yard I suppose your dad must have taken it down last night. So I'm guessing that there will be no more cool evening games of shooting some hoops No more around the world No more HORSE No more one on one. I always hated playing one on one with you You'd always beat me But I suppose it was a little unfair You do have longer arms and legs than I. But I always turned right back around And I could whip you good at around the world. I suppose it's another phase to growing older I've gotta let go of the past But I'll always remember those cool summer evenings When the sun was setting and not glaring in our eyes The sky had turned its shades of blue, purple, and orange You'd walk through the yard to come and get me And we'd shoot some hoops and talk of good times.Birth sign: Pisces
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