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  • Other Poetry Re: Baseballs Fly at Your Head

    Baseballs fly at your head By: Adomis76 The batter was standing, as the boy pitched. The boy on the mound stood tall with the ball. The ball came at his ...

    Mar 2, 2011


Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
— Henry David Thoreau