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The Preassure


A Poem by Raelynn
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The softball game goes on as the preassure bulids.
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The preassure

The preassure builds, and the pain kills.

The game is tight, its a real fight.

someone has to score, they can take no more.

This softball game is a battle, while the preassure builds!

Then the game finally ends and noboy wins!


© 2009 Raelynn



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