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Baseball Through the Years

the game of baseball
for some seems so small

for me its my game
never brought me fame

its a game I do love
and my MacGregor glove

when I played years ago
with friends I use to know

the years have past
legs didn't last

I'm back up North
my mother's birth

I learn baseball here
when life was so dear

love of baseball
will never fall


Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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