my second poem

Rudi spent nearly a decade playingbasketball. He had a good jump shotbut never was a star because healways wanted both teams to win. He was more interested in having fun. It was the same in other sports
.Later, he wished he had spent thattime learning a musical instrument, painting
or writing. But he did findan application for his skill when hedelivered newspapers by car in collegein an old Peugeot with a sun roof.Some customers got up early to seehis almost perfect accuracy throwingnewspapers from a moving vehicleonto their porches through the sunroof. A few even applauded.