January 31, 2018
By CHags BRONZE, Burien, Washington
CHags BRONZE, Burien, Washington
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It flies across the field,
And lands in the shield.
Like a pearl it will glow,
White just like the snow.

It meets the bat with force,
Zooming from its source.
Heaven in your hand,
In dirt or in sand.

It smells like new leather,
Even in the poor weather.
Comes out during the spring,
All the joy in the world it will bring.

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