Once it was lost, now it’s found.
The outside’s green,
With a certain sheen.
It always gleams.
Or so it seems.
It always rolls,
Bumps into poles.
It has some word
That seems absurd.
I’ve never heard
Rest assured.
That’s the story of my ball.
Wasn’t really cool at all.
You think it’s lame?
Well that’s a shame.
I bet no dame
Would think the same.
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