Softball

Every day from three to five

I work my hardest at playing ball

From running to diving

I am sure to stop

Whether rain or shine

Like a scheduled train, I’m there

The plays are my rails

Keeping me on track

Running Running Running, keep going

Straight into glory

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Me
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