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Sandlot

June 12, 2016
By David.Oberteniak DIAMOND, Newton, Kansas
David.Oberteniak DIAMOND, Newton, Kansas
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We didn’t own nice things

Our gloves were plastic,

As well as the ball

Which had now turned a muddy brown,

And when it SLAMMED into our plastic mitts,

A cloud of dust remained in it’s place


Every so often this plastic ball would break

Past the stitching;

We still played with it if a stitch popped loose,

And

- If we didn’t have the money-

We kept playing with it

‘Til it’s yarn would unravel

And so would our joy for the

Day



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