Baseball

January 25, 2018

I smell the freshly chopped grass,
I feel the wind whistling through my hair,
Feeling the breeze whistling through the air,
The smell of dirt everywhere,
I hear the crack of the bat,
A snap a crack a boom,
I taste the smell of triumph,
I see the ball in the air,
It hits my mitt and then,
I win we win,
Oh wait no,
I fall the ball falls we fall,
I lose we lose.






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