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The outfield boy stands waiting all alone, playing the game that many children love. From the pitcher’s mound, a ball has been thrown. The outfield boy stands waiting all alone. The ball has been hit. See how it has flown straight into the glowing boy’s baseball glove! The outfield boy stands waiting all alone, playing the game that many children love. Written Dec. 2015 for the Oil Paintings 4 & 5 Poetry Contest of Eve Roper

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Date: 4/13/2018 9:21:00 PM
A lovely little gem, Andrea.
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Date: 11/9/2016 8:41:00 AM
How did I ever miss reading this one? If this one a placement in a contest, it deserved to win.
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Date: 12/18/2015 4:29:00 PM
Congratulations Andrea.
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Date: 12/16/2015 9:25:00 PM
We even had outfield girls in some of our pick-up games. Great write...kudos on the win.
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Date: 12/16/2015 9:07:00 PM
ANDREA :) CONGRATS ON YOUR WIN...... SKAT
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Date: 12/16/2015 4:01:00 PM
Congrats on your win!
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Date: 12/16/2015 11:47:00 AM
Congrats on your win Andrea:)
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Date: 12/16/2015 6:47:00 AM
Congrats on your top placement on the roof, Andrea! ;-) Thoroughly enjoyed your verse....
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Date: 12/16/2015 6:08:00 AM
Congrats on a great win Andrea
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Date: 12/16/2015 4:30:00 AM
Great win, Andrea...Congrats
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Date: 12/15/2015 11:35:00 PM
Congratulations Andrea
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Date: 12/15/2015 11:20:00 PM
Andrea, congratulations on your win! Thank you so much for creating a wonderful poem for the little slugger and submitting a poem in my contest.
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Date: 12/15/2015 10:35:00 AM
Makes one wonder what those fielders think about while waiting for a fly ball. I suspect some of them are so dull they think of zip. Love, daver
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Date: 12/15/2015 10:25:00 AM
Perfect choice of form for this Andrea! Beautiful metaphor of life and how we all wait for those few glorious moments. Excellent!
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Date: 12/15/2015 7:00:00 AM
Andie, witty and wise that you chose the form, perfect! =`) When sometimes, I need some lines to make the poem a lil bit longer, i use some poetry forms with rhyming.. =`) you let this flow easily.. =`)~Olive Eloisa =`)
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Date: 12/15/2015 4:40:00 AM
- Andrea, I love your words to this image - perfect in my eyes :) - Luck in contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 12/14/2015 10:16:00 AM
It was clever of you to use the Triolet form for this one. You caught the essence of this picture...and a winning ball!
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Date: 12/14/2015 6:31:00 AM
a lovely description of that quintessential moment in the game....the HIT....the CATCH.....the THROW....the GAME.....
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Date: 12/14/2015 1:26:00 AM
a lovely triolet Andrea good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 12/13/2015 9:41:00 PM
Very nice poem about a sport I love, now if we could just keep some of the parents away long enough to let the kids play.
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Date: 12/13/2015 9:38:00 PM
Wonderful triolet Andrea...best wishes in the contest... hugs
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