btw there were clouds on that day.
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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