Playing Dodgeball

So much thrown at me,

And up against a wall

I feel like I've spent my life,

Playing a game of dodgeball.

Something was thrown from the left,

So I dodge to the right.

Trying to keep from getting hit

Has been a constant fight.

Occasionally, I am blindsided

And hit square in the face,

But I know I can't quit playing,

So I pick up the pace!

Now that I'm an accomplished player,

I can give good advice to you all.

Keep dodging to the right or left,

But never lose sight of the ball!

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