Rolling

The softness of a lacrosse ball
Is not existent,
But the honesty of the ball
Is truth be told
The last hour has been glorious
Finding knots and hot spots
From hours of watching football
Crouched in the lazy position
Of an old gorilla taped couch
Rolling on this ball
With the unforgiving touch
Has pulled apart those Dallas aggravations
Leaving me about ready
To go to sleep

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