A Poem

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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!"





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