Matt Mondschein

Rookie - 110 Points (3/16/60 / Macungie, PA.)

To Witt - Poem by Matt Mondschein

In so much pain my friend
Before you left
Can't imagine
What you went through
The Lord took you early
So we may see
His love for your friends and family
A group of friends you held so dear
Argrueing with the umps
You had no fear
So let's make this clear
Save a few seats for us
For the final game
You'll forever be in our
Hall of fame

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011

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