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Baseball Acrostic

BASEBALL Batters up…..the tingles start and now we know its spring All the winter woes are gone and baseball fever sings Seats are chosen --lucky fans will sit where they can see Easy chairs for some are best--- the price of them is free Bull pens hold the players and the feelings there run high As the batter taps the plate he glances at the sky Like somewhere there is a baseball god who’ll help him out Luckily he smacks a low ball—it’s a home run and a shout

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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