National Pastime
By allagory
little kids play baseballon an open fieldTheir was a house in front of the fieldIt was a homethe home the kid that was pitchingHe loved baseballHis mother didn'tShe was afraidafraid he would get hurtHis father wasn'this father believed his belief thathis boy would be just finethe game played oninnings passedthese games were always playedmother watching attentivelyfather nappinga pitch was throwna pitch that was hita ball smashingsmashing into the pitchers facemother screamedshe watched just standingfather running outlifting his boyhis boy with a blood covered facewoman angryangrily saying 'I told you so'father just worriedworried if his boy was o.k.an open fieldthese games were always playedmother watchingand the innings went on Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 15 2001 03:24 PM PST 0 • 10
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"little kids play baseballon an open fieldTheir was a house in front of the fieldIt was a homethe home the kid that was pitchingHe loved baseballHis mother didn'tShe was afraidafraid he would get hurtHis father wasn'this father believed his belief thathis boy would be just finethe game played oninnings passedthese games were always playedmother watching attentivelyfather nappinga pitch was throwna pitch that was hita ball smashingsmashing into the pitchers facemother screamedshe watched just standingfather running outlifting his boyhis boy with a blood covered facewoman angryangrily saying 'I told you so'father just worriedworried if his boy was o.k.an open fieldthese games were always playedmother watchingand the innings went on..."