Baseball NIghts


The sky is so bright but there is no sun

Balls lost from sight in the light leave you on the run

Searching for the ball as the missing piece to a puzzle

hours go by in only seconds of action

you stick out your glove in the ball falls in like to magnets attracting 



Balls lost in the light but there is no sun

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