Life is nothing, save a game of tennis.
Volleying, serving, take what you give
and give what you take
with a twist.
the twist that can mean life
in its own little world.
The net stops, and serves as base
for the extrapolation of the race.
A little spin can throw the partner
into orbit through the caricature
of life, the universe, and everything.
One bad move, and all is lost -
the big, the serve, can be repaired,
but 40-love, none is spared
maybe deuce, and hope ensues -
your ad, my ad, the constant struggle -
overcome, only to start again -
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