Poem about baseball days.
Missing the days
Putting on a glove
Swinging a bat, ball high above
The days when we drank
Laughed, then we thanked
Each for coming out to play
I miss the days of spring
With metal bat
I swing, and see how far
The ball flies
I’d swing and miss
But eventually hit with many tries
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