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The Diamond


The diamond, it's my home. The four bases, the mound, and the batters box. The nine intense girls on the field ready to get an out. I swing the bat, I hit the ball, there is goes flying out of my home. I run, I go, around all the bases and back to home. It's what I do, around the diamond I go. One, Two, Three outs we go, out on the field, the place I call home. There I stand on top of the mound, all the intense eyes staring at me. I take a breath, I do the wind up and then let the ball go, right over home plate it goes. I do it again, and again, Strike one, strike two, strike three.. She's out! I do it once more, Strike one, strike two, strike three..she's out! There we go staying in the lead. This is softball, the game I love, the game I live for. The four bases, the mound, and batters box. This is the diamond, my home.
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