the baseball fieldA Poem by Matthew SperdutiThe perfect grass cut to perfection The clay is done perfectly The bases are at the ready The foul lines are painted on the field All the fans are ready to watch the game The fans having the time of their lives After the game the field is worn out The grass is torn up The clay is mest up The foul lines are fading away The next game the field is set Homerun! © 2019 Matthew Sperduti |
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Added on May 2, 2019 Last Updated on May 2, 2019 Author
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