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The pitcher
Contributed by
jonteD
on
Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 12:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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Jack was such a shy young boy,
And at school he felt all alone,
Stood in corners, quiet and coy,
Minutes dragged, wished for home.
The others began to pick on him,
Children can be cruel as you know,
Gathered round and with evil grin,
Boxed him in, wouldn’t let him go.
Tears were never far away,
The winter was long and drawn,
No one to turn to for play,
His life seemed oh so forlorn.
But the spring found away from harm
Baseball did become a new found love,
Seems he had a strong pitchers arm,
Badge of honour was well worn glove.
Right now the others give him space,
Pitching, no longer would he hide,
Those who once shouted in his face,
Now found fast ball pitched inside.
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jonteD
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2003-05-17 12:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The pitcher
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Saturday, 17th May 2003 @ 12:29:56 PM AEST (User
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(((((Jon))))) This is excellent, Jon.... I really loved this and what it says....
Keep them coming, my friend...
Jenni |
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