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The Youth of the Madness

When i was young I played ball, I played like a professional player I ran the bases and caught the ball I did this all when I played ball When I was up to bat, I swung with force sending the ball flying winning the last game When I played the field, I covered many areas at once never letting the ball past me always making the out When I threw the ball, it was always accurate it was always nice and fast mostly striking them out When I played the bench I sat there and watched complaining the whole time I did this all while I dreamt.

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