I saw the ball.
It was so beautiful;
Full of bright colours, inciting excitement.
The ball was in my court.
Was everyone prepared to play ball?
I danced to set the ball rolling.
I kept my eye on the ball.
I did not want to drop the ball.
I moved incessantly, a ball of fire.
Did I really have the balls for this?
I thought I would ball it up.
Someone crossed me, and I balled up my fist.
The whole ball of wax was beginning to make me cross.
I did not want to cross the line.
The music was melodious.
I had a ball!
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