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Max Mcdaniel BasketballLiving on a prayer The ballers make me dare To jump high in the air But that just isn’t fair All they can do is stare As if I’m running in a race Starting in first place I move like my flow All these people want to know How I flash past their eyes Making them quiver in their thighs Then I say goodbye Keeping my eyes on the prize I rise into the sky Over the whites of their eyes I witness them cry inside Roll over and die As I soar by I dunk it in their face Then realize I’m alive |
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]
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