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wiffle ball poem
In the summer,
I love to play wiffle ball.
The neighbors come up
And the mighty will fall.
Clearing the tree stump
Is a home run.
If I don't hit one,
It isn't as much fun.
Games will only
Last 3 innings.
If I practice enough,
One day I will collect my winnings.
My first at bat
I hit a home run with a guy on second.
I already knew that
my team was going to win.
I was the pitcher for my team.
I shout out the other team
in the first inning.
It was 5-0 after the
first inning, and I am up to bat.
I hit ANOTHER home run.
I knew the game was
over after I hit that home run.
The ball was screaming like
a lion roaring.
My bat speed is as fast
as a lightning bolt hitting the ground.
Soon the game was over and
my team won by 4.

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