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This Is Kendama

This Is Kendama

by Camden Colipano

 

Green grass two friends and four balls with wood and string.

Green grass in which the wood pokes at,

after dropping your wood

From a spinning string against your hand.

 

While three of us get into our zone.

Time stops and nothing else matters,

Accept landing that last spike.

Then you feel very relieved after landing your last spike.

This poem makes me...
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