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If baseball were life and innings were seasons, I'd sometimes play the Center- a neutral spot with few extremes, time enough for Short Stop dreams. Don't care to be First- it takes too much ego Second is always forgotten. Three is definitely, surely out evading the Third degree. Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land-- a place your brain goes to die. Of all positions and spaces of Play, I prefer to be out in Left Field. There's no place Home. (Always keep the ball on your eye.)

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Date: 1/25/2022 10:07:00 PM
Congrats! Thanks so much for sharing your heart through this dramatic monologue of yours earnestly expressed in your excellent poetic style. Indeed, thanks for your participation. God bless you.
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Date: 1/10/2022 4:13:00 PM
Hello Dave, I guess there is more action on the outer field. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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