Walt: write a poem.
I’m starting to serve to the other side
I’m hoping that it doesn’t go out wide.
He hits it back like he had super powers
but as I try to hit it, it pops in my face.
We are trying to succeed
So I hit it with a lot of speed.
At the end of the game
there is no shame
but who ever wins get shoved in the bin.
Yeah!
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