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Sep 2019
September’s Game
Hardball acclaimed
In the Outfield
Ambitions revealed
A pop fly
Up to the sky
Little fists pound the glove
In hopes they’ll catch one from above
Pitch a fastball
Batters stand tall
Slide to first
Some Wet Dirt
Is dispersed
Cleats dig
Arms S t r e t c h e d
51 Fetched
Catcher configs
Ghostly image of a bambino zigs
Swing the diamond
Beating hearts respond
Mysterious wonder
September’s game grows fonder
Copyright © Marigold’s Fever 2019
Written by
Marigolds Fever
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     Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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