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The Home Run

The game was tight The score was tied It was the bottom of the ninth inning with two outs The bases was loaded. Up to bat was mad cat Alex Bly The count was 3 & 2 The pitcher was shaking in her shoes. As Mad cat was swinging the bat waiting for the pitch, The pitch The crowed went wild as the ball was headed to center field. High in the air it was, to first she ran To second it looked good. Third was was there for the taken. oh good home it could be. Then the ball came flying bye The crowed went quite The umpire yelled. No home run today out by a inch Then she woke up, And said The game is later Today.

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