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Dec 2009
i am on deck
waiting for my pitch
get off your pickle, pitcher
and throw me some of your curve *****.
do not hide in your dark dug-out,
the game is just heating up.
do not get antsy
and calm those frayed nerves.
just listen to the cheers,
them jesters don't matter.
deep breaths, focus, you are a champ
give me a slow one,
or a high fast.
so, you throw off the plate
i could not care less
just lemme see you try
flex those strong arms
up on your **** on the mound.
so get up, get going
let me hit a long one
so i can run around you
and make you smile.
Icarus
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