Nothing but net
Johnclarestokes
it was an icy January...when the Angel came in spite...it was not good to part...leaving the ball in mid flight...but he said, it is time...who makes the last shot...you will soon find...is soon forgot...now lay you down.....the ice will soon thaw....with a swishing sound...in the fields of basketball.
To the memory of Pistol Pete Maravich
Jan 5,1988
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