Baseball
I Love this game
But it does not love me
The sound of the oak wood bats
Launching spheres
Into orbit
That perfect sound
I love this game
But it does not love me
The sliding to steal
The diving to rob
The dirt that cloaks me
The perfect camouflage
I love this game
But it does not love me
The memories
The brotherhood of
Imperfect men in
The perfect game
I love this game
But it does not love me
This game will leave me
After that last inning
After my last hit
The perfect exit
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