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inspiration

i am on deck

waiting for my pitch

get off your pickle, pitcher

and throw me some of your curve *****

do not hide in your dark dug-out,

the game is just heating up.

do not get antsy

and calm those frayed nerves.

just listen to the cheers,

them jesters don't matter.

deep breaths, focus, you are a champ

give me a slow one,

or a high fast.

so, you throw off the plate

i could not care less

just lemme see you try

flex those strong arms

up on your **** on the mound.

so get up, get going

let me hit a long one

so i can run around you

and make you smile.

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Dec 13, 2009
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