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Ball
That feeling when you step to plate,
Knowing it's some type of fate.
Looking at an open grass,
With three bases you need to pass.
Grasping life by the hand,
Time to take this with a grand slam!
Stepping to home,
A swing with a small groan.
I watch as the ball got plastered,
As I ran faster and faster.
Slide to second!
Drop the ball!
Steal the third!
Good call.
It's when I stare at home,
My mind fixates to a drone.
There went the "CLING",
As my legs began to sing.
Home I go,
It's the more I know.
The cheers abrupt,
But die when we know it's not enough.
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