A Poem

October 6, 2008
By nelly dixon, Flower Mound, TX

My fingers aline on the grip
I drip a sweat that falls on the rubber
My team cheers in the background
I watch watch the catcher give the signs
My smile is like a theif
I whined up like a toy with pride
My catchers glove pops and the ump gives a grunt..."STRIKE!"

The author's comments:
i play softball
hints the poem...

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