Double Header WhooshA Poem by Holly Mason
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head out into the sun the stadium shines just a double header springtime training fun the tap of the bat trying to sit, seat so hot smiling, duck and miss whoosh right past that feeling of fear that comes from a ball moving at you..at 90 mph tap, hit, smile, so hot whew tangy beer and peanuts lick the shell...we all do 5th inning hunger hits hot dog time ketchup, mustard, so baseball tap, duck, hit, miss beautiful double header day 7th inning stretch..take me out to so hot sweat drips crowd screaming, fun gleaming tush sticks to the sit...wiggle we all do baseball hit...caught in crowd handed to a child, tradition proud beer is tangy, hits the throat fly ball, sun is blinding pictures, mascots, dug out seats smell the cleats on clay hot dog ,mustard on his chin she licks her thumb...we all do rubs that mustard off...TRUE LOVE baseball double header super whoosh day hit, tap, duck, miss...
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5 Reviews Added on July 25, 2013 Last Updated on July 25, 2013 AuthorHolly MasonRockledge, FLAboutWell now , so many words to write. So let’s write em . Xoxox Holly I would like to acknowledge my wonderful teenage ( she is now 24 ) daughter..she has takin all the photos I use.She has c.. more..Writing
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