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Joey’s big brother played ball every day,
Throwing the basketball his own special way.
When big brother was gone, Joey would try
To toss the ball into the net up high.
He tried and he tried but just couldn’t do it;
The ball hit the net, but didn’t go through it,
So he practiced all day with all of his might,
Hoping he’d make a basket and do it just right.
One bright sunny morning when he was alone,
He threw the basketball as he heard the phone.
It went through the net; Joey jumped up and down.
A smile crossed his face instead of a frown.
After weeks of practice he could do it just great.
Each time he threw it, whether early or late,
The ball went into the net with a plop!
Joey had so much fun that he just couldn’t stop.
His big brother saw him one day after school.
“Joey, that’s great. I think you are cool.”
They played one on one and his brother got rough;
To play basketball, you’ve got to be tough.
But each time they played, Joey got much better.
He was so proud he wrote his grandpa a letter.
“I knew I could do it! I knew I should try!”
Joey had a glint of pride in his eye.
He never gave up; he never did quit.
He kept on practicing in the dark with lights lit.
When he beat his big brother after one tiring game,
He felt so happy; his life would never be the same.
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