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
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