Baseball
Dear Baseball,
The ball has been hit
way way way back
I run as fast as I can
Until I see where it's at
I'm in left field
running to the corner
I notice the batter is jogging
because he thinks it's a homer
I then reach and jump out
as far as I can go
then caught it with my glove
came down and said Oh!
There was a runner on third
he tried to run home
but my throw was so perfect
he was called out at home
We were up by one
in the nineth inning
thats the third out
Oh yeah we are winning.
Thanks for a great game,
Braden Yeargin
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