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Bowling Match

The crowd cheers my name as i step up to the arrows,

I set up my shot, the level of volume lows.

Bend the knees, lean forward, focus on the pins,

It's all up to this ball whether my team loses or wins.

Tenth frame, one ball, need nine pins to tie,

Look at target, take a deep breath, time ticks by.

One step after another, a total of four,

Arm swing, release, don't think about the score.

Leg cross, follow through, the ball hits the lane,

No strike, hearts drop, no point gain.

Nine pin count, one pin left wobbling,

Wiggling, taunting, wait! I think it's falling.

Nine plus one for a total of ten pins,

This means only one thing, my team wins.