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A Baseball Poem

He pitched the ball
I made a hit,
I ran to first
And didn’t quit.
I ran to second,
Third and then,
I ran for home
And slid on in.
The ump yelled, “Safe!”
He made his call,
I’ll always love
To play baseball.

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