Like a normal child,
Who goes happily singing,
Softball was a part
Of my upbringing.
I never did play
In a real game,
But only at practice—
Which wasn't the same.
I couldn't hit a ball—
But in my dreams.
Couldn't catch a ball.
Was passed by each team.
So I stopped trying to play,
And became a fan,
Who cheered for her team
From the bleacher stand.
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