the good days

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    the good days

    I can remember the day that,
    i hit myself with a bat.
    lots of laughs and such
    the food cost way to much
    although i could say it was worth to be there
    cause i had a lucky chair.
    its not about winning or loosing
    but all the scares and bruising.
    1. 2. 3. strikes you're out! i would hear
    but for the other team i would cheer.
    hopefully there will be a next time
    so i could fill that seat of mine.

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    poetress77 commented on the good days

    11-27-2009

    I PLAYED SOFTBALL IN MY DAY, SO I CAN SHARE YOUR LOVE 4 THE SPORT, PROPS, U DID GOOD!

    poetgirl024

    11/27/2009

    thank you...its an awesome sport...one of my favorites.

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