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Oct 2018
Here on base
Bat in my hand
Focused and ready
I have taken my stand

The pitcher on the mound
Ball in his hand
Waits for the signal
From the catcher's hand

The pitcher looks left
The pitcher looks right
Then the pitcher winds up
Sending the ball into flight

Closer it comes
Floating in air
Untill it reaches the home plate
Then "CRACK" it's out of here

Faster and faster
It spins up and up
It flys past the fence
"HOME RUN"  what luck
Written by
Tony Anderson  40/M/Humansville Missouri
(40/M/Humansville Missouri)   
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