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He Was the Man

Nineteen sixty was a wonderful year Willie Mays was brought to Candlestick Park It left New Yorkers with more than one tear But San Franciscans remember that mark I rushed to the park to catch my first sight Of the Giants displaying this great man They were playing the Dodgers Friday night - I found a seat in the center field stand The Dodgers threw Drysdale at six feet five And only Willie was up to the job He parked the first pitch, the crowd came alive, And Willie trotted home to greet the mob It stayed that way all through the first eight Wille played center field just beyond touch Two out for the Dodgers,hope getting late They pinch hit a rookine, prayer but not much Sharp crack of the bat, high to center field Willie turned his back to the plate and ran Clear to the wall at top speed then he wheeled Put his glove at his belt - he was the Man 2/11/2017 For contest The National Pasttime

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