Each small boy had dreams quite heady
The humid air was thick and heavy
Summer heat and all hands sweaty
Batters’ legs looking so unsteady
The score board needed a jump
Or possibly a friendly ump
The bat rendered a rousing smack
A surprised batter’s smile did crack
First baseman caught the hit
The game was over just that quick.
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The Bag Lady 
I love the rhymes, nice poem.
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Thanks for reading
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Aww, it ended way too soon. Great story Cheryl
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Dang, i was pulling for the little guys.
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I always do
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