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Oh, dear what could the matter be?       
At twice the ripen age of three   
Was standing to bat at the tee   
Though staring blankly at a tree
“Take a swing,” the coach was a she   
Agreeing, taking it firmly          
Hitting and Sending the ball free   
Then sprinting expeditiously
A slide worthy of the laundry                
“Keep running,” they all said loudly      
“What? Huh? Run?” I said breathlessly    
The other team look on eagerly 
“Oh, ya,” was the last to hit, lovely
Taking two steps, "out!" no mercy       
That's it. No more baseball for me
My last t-ball activity


February 11, 2018  Updated 5/14/2019

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