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A sea of voices murmuring At the ballpark in the afternoon. Shouts of "Hot dogs! Foot-long hot dogs!" And chanted hometown cheers Fill the sweltering summer air. Men with wooden sticks and leather gloves Play a nation's beloved pastime. And I watch enraptured by the rhythm, Sounds and smells of this place. Sometimes you just need a slowdown of life, A weekend dedicated to the melding Of past, present, and future, A getaway into the wonderful world of BASEBALL.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Weekend Getaway
A sea of voices murmuring At the ballpark in the afternoon. Shouts of "Hot dogs! Foot-long hot dogs!" And chanted hometown cheers Fill the sweltering summer air. Men with wooden sticks and leather gloves Play a nation's beloved pastime. And I watch enraptured by the rhythm, Sounds and smells of this place. Sometimes you just need a slowdown of life, A weekend dedicated to the melding Of past, present, and future, A getaway into the wonderful world of BASEBALL.
alyanne-cooper
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
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