BASEBALL HAT
My second third of a
four-bag hit had me right
over the fence - long ball
and the crowd was cheering.
Some man was running wildly
for my catch but faltered, and
hit the fence head-on. Bloodied
parasite, he fell; and they were
cheering even more. It wasn't
fault he couldn't pace himself
to the fence on time. He should
be married so easily. Where he
fell, and after they took him away,
I noticed still his baseball hat had
fallen and was left behind.
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