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Wednesday, 7 June 2017

I am a Whistle and Softball

What have I done
to be pitched through the air
just facing the bat
brings tears.  

I hate being the ball
But now It’s clear.  I don’t
Belong here so I should
get clear.

I get blowed for what reason,
Just to command a
Game that is played every season
Just thinking of
The game gives me fear all for

What, just to make the crowd cheer

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