Home-Run Poem by Anna Greco

Home-Run



One, two.
I have a right to blame everything on you.
Three, four,
You're going to find some more.
Five, six.
We all fell for your tricks.
Seven, eight.
You called us all your soul-mate.
Nine, ten.
Hit and run, then do it again.

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