Frisbee Golf

I am weightless, my body arches over ever throw,

My arm bleeds of pain, as I watch the plate looking object flow throughout the air,

The sky glows with wind engulfing the disk, as it slowy tumbled to the ground,

I run for the disk, seeing flat on its side.

My heartbest sank into my soul after the next throw,

The disk sped  through the air, as I sank to the floor in agony,

If this shot missed it would be all over, the disk flew past the small target whistling away.

A small laugh appered in my ears as I turned to see my father, he was laughing away,

The frisbee game was over now for I lost the game,

 

 

 

 

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