Yer out!A Poem by A hare offCan't even get to first baseIt was the bottom of the ninth, two outs We were down by one run Bases were loaded I was at the plate with a full count I glanced to the stands and saw her I smiled at her, she smiled at him I struck out, twice © 2018 A hare offReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 15, 2018 Last Updated on November 15, 2018 AuthorA hare offAboutI'm Anthony, but my friends call me A hare off - long story for another time. I hope a few will enjoy some of what I write. I am from the northeast U.S. more..Writing
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