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A Loving All-Star


Playing football, too much time on my hands now I'm grown, Writing poetry is like a past time, playing baseball. It brings joy to my heart like the love of a mother, but its an on and off endemic like malaria. It's like an old man watching a classic, lights keep flashing, new poems pop in my head like this one, nights keep lasting, a new rhyme comes up. I can't get rid of them, they are like an old cartoon you miss as a child. I love to write, but as life passes by I get better with time. Even if there is an end to my career as a ball player, my poetry will succeed with no limit. Poetry is what makes me All-Star on and off the field because the more I write, the more I succeed at being the BEST OF ME.
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