At the Plate

May 10, 2012
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The butterflies fluttered through his body—
Watching, waiting, patiently anticipating.
His heart pounded inside his chest,
As a man trots into battle,
Knowing that this is his territory,
And he will not let it go.
So the batter pawed the rusty dirt,
Staring down the challenge to come.





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