southpaw
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T'was the day before, And in Southy's house, A human was stirring, (What! you expected a mouse!)
While all were dreaming of the adventures that day, A poor slinger was saddened, and felt rather down. For all his practice, (which was alot, I'll say!) Had come to no good, and had brought him a frown.
So then, tho' tired and with lack of resolve, He decided that Still the fig. 8 he would solve.
And then, the next morn, he arose early, With sleep in his eyes and his hair all a'curly. And logged on, to this site, to view a certain man, Demonstrate the fig.8, again and again.
With fire in his eyes, and his heart beatin' braw, He examined the movie, till his brain felt raw. Then hurried throughout the rest of the day, Till he finished his work, and went out 'play'.
Down at the field, with a sling in his hand, He stared down the range, down the flat, grainy sand. And tried to recall, all that he may, What he had viewed, earlier that day.
And so, he put to practice, all that he knew, And was thrilled by the way that the tennis ball flew! Again and again, he slung every thing, Rejoicing out loud in that satisfying 'ping'!
He could've stayed out there all through the day, But he had to come back to the forum to say, "Thanks SO much, For all you've help me through, And a GREAT BIG HUGE THANKS to nwmanitou!"
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