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Poem Number 8961
The ball flew past me at the plate,
as I scratched myself and grabbed too late.
We lost the game...it was our fate,
'cause I scratched myself and grabbed too late!
The idea is very topical. The rhyme is fine, except you have "late" rhyming with "late". You're on the right track. Build on your good efforts. :: Howie
sounds like you were handling the bat & balls just fine
a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do
a guy gotta comment what a guy gotta comment.
Line 3 - be kinder to yourself. there will be other games. just be on the winning team.
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