The Game

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The practices and games,
The batting and the ground balls,
The pop ups and line drives,
All just practice.
Just like every other day,
Early morning wake ups and late night games,
On the go meals,
Shorts, sliders, and cleats,
It’s not a fashion show,
It’s on the go.
Double headers and weekend tournaments,
Practices in between,
Teammates and best friends,
For me softball never ends.
It’s playing with all your heart,








Giving it you’re all.
It keeps the game alive,
And the audience in the stands.
It’s all part of the game.





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pinkvolleyballgirl said...
May 6, 2009 at 5:32 pm
oh now pa s is xlimitless, my bad
 
pinkvolleyballgirl said...
May 3, 2009 at 3:14 am
OOh sounds like you have a stalker. lol jk Pa S.
But i was shocked cause from the beginning of the poem, i imagined u were a guy speaking then i got to the end and was like, way to go girl!!!! I loved it:]
But seriously Pa S are u flirting or wat????
 
Pa S. said...
May 2, 2009 at 3:58 am
oh yeah, it's me again, i think
check out:
The A, B, C's of Love
The End
Ice Cold Her
Discrimination
Wind, Fire, and Water
Ugly Duckling
Too Bad
And much, much more...
 
Pa S. said...
May 2, 2009 at 3:12 am
love your writing style. beautiful. read some of my poems:
Ice Cold Her
Too Bad
Discrimination
Wind, Fire, and Water
Why?
Ugly Duckling

(i'm not ugly!^__^)
And much, much more...
I'll contact you with the rest of my poems
 
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