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Batting

Clean uniforms all lined up One set on each side. Two flags- state and country- Salute from across the field. Swing, swing, swing again And a thick clink, Everything moves at once. The ball- outfield, second base, First base, third, Shortstop and then the mound. Is he out? You bet, tagged at first. Good boy. Batter up, tap tap tap on the ground, Swing around to ready. Swing, swing, swing again And again and again. That's three, my boy, you're out. Change sides.

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Date: 9/7/2016 1:17:00 PM
WELL DONE, TULSA. LINDA
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Date: 8/31/2016 12:43:00 AM
Tulsa with a double t,,, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :) Drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs **YNR - SKAT
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