Run Home

June 14, 2010
By Anonymous

Three runners on the bases,
Two outs and me at bat,
I see all my teammates start to groan,
I must be imagining that.
They love when I run home,
I always make them win,
And so I’m ready by the plate,
With a big, wide, smiley grin.
The pitcher throws a nice one,
I swing and hear a smack!
And then I start for my house,
Without a single glance back.

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