With a little wind
The Frisbee hovers
Then slides down again
At a slower spin
Left or right
Depends on the tilt you might
As it leaves your hand
To the other woman or man
With wrist of straight
Thrown on an upward grade
The Frisbee comes back again
Sort of like a friend
And you can throw it shoulder high
Or from the waist
Or lower yet
From the thigh
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