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Astronomy

The sun jumps up from its sleep,
And races across the sky,
But when it decides to go to sleep,
The stars are on the pry.
Then the moon hops from star to star,
Glittering as it goes,
Never ceasing to be bright,
Until over the horizon it goes.

Baseball

When you feel the heat of the moment
And you hear the crack of the stick hitting the white sphere
Then you sprint down the line
Only to have your hopes crushed by your enemy’s hand,

You feel the blood rush to your face
as you look up to see your allies feeling sad for you
Then you want to pick up a shovel to dig a hole
That you never never never never never come out again,

That’s what happens when you play baseball
That’s what happens when you play baseball,
That’s what happens when you play baseball
That’s what happens when you play baseball,

When you trudge out to the grass
And you want to help out in the game
You see your friend doing badly
But there is nothing you can do,

The enemies are scoring one point after another
And you just feel hopeless
Until you make a snag
And you think it might not be so bad after all,

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