Gee, What A Cloudy Memory
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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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