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Fastpitch -
Oh what a game to play.
First base, second base, third base, and home.
fastpitch is the reason I'm writing this poem.
Slides, bunts and even a homerun
everything in fastpitch is so much fun.
Eating sunflower seeds to flying line drives
boy when those come it's surely a surprise.
A fielder, pitcher and a catcher
run those bases you sure aren't getting fatter.
Pitching and looking at the other team's dugout
it feels good when I get a strikeout.
We play in the rain or snow or even the dark
I live my life at the ballpark. |
