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Jul 2020
I am balance
Aimed precision
A conscious living vision embodied
And driven like the snow to fall
The rain to well and burst through clouds
With inevitable hope
And warmth which you will know
My aim as always this to grow
Baseball is magic.
Colm
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Colm
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