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Jun 2015
There's nothing more we can sell our bodies for
Nothing that we have been taught our inadequacy can compensate for
That the slugger is just a slugger, a boy who hits a ball hard
The only thing he's got going for him is his ability at swinging a bat
And so here lies my problem.
How do you explain
Explain to a 12 year old boy that we aren't what we used to be.
That the go getting, hard ***, approach died
How do you explain to someone,
its not over before it began,
try again
How do you look in the eyes of a child and say
I'm sorry
Courtlyn Quay
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Courtlyn Quay  United States
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