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Baseball

Rating: 4.6
The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then a shout

"Do something Ben, murder the ball,
For crying out loud get a hit."
Ben strode to the plate to answer the call
The now restless fans knew this was it
He dug in his right foot then positioned his left
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COMMENTS
Carol Gall 04 December 2009
gee 16 votes 1 comment u eat lucky charms
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Paul Hansford 17 September 2009
Surely there is more than this? I was waiting for a resolution to the story. I'm not keen on sport as a whole, and am unfamiliar with baseball, but you got me interested enough to want to know what happened at the end.
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