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Jun 2023
Baseball
's funnern heck,
even when you hear
the umpire shout
at you, "You're out!"
The game
by any other name
would be as fun.
Tryna hit a ball
into the sun,
getna homerun
(or a run home)
where the buffalo roam
(God bless America!)
never gets old.
I've been told
that, in Heaven,
the game is always tied 7-7,
both teams win,
and stealing a base isn't a sin.
Play ball!
Written by
The Poet's Progress
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