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Nine on each vampire team
all eighteen clones of Bela Lugosi it seemed
one up at bat turning into one
flying super fast making a home run,

The umpire vampires would always call out safe
not wanting to get into a vampire riot just in case
knowing each other quite like an old book
all belonging to the same vampire brotherhood,

I was the only baseball fan in the stands
wearing a turtleneck which was a good plan
eating peanuts and popcorn in the night air
as one of the Bela fellas gave me an eerie stare,

It didn't matter who I rooted for
while Count Dracula kept the baseball score
seems like they were just in it for fun
that is till the emergence of the sun,

Suddenly they all disappeared in the twilight air
because when I awoke no one was there
just me yawning and stretching in bed
with the field of vampire dream still in my head.


9-30-17

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