|Your On My Time|
| Our time, measured in years|
go by fast, slipping
streamlined thru the
universe - nonstop.
Once upon a time
crawling, now at a
Too late to get them back.
Years moving at their own relentless pace,
playing a game with the
It takes one of high caliber, not
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| The grass and mud smell like a marsh|
as it is swept up by the gusts of warm air.
The ping of bat and ball
sends six, out of the nine
scurrying in all directions.
'Go, run! Go go, ' I search out mine in
the excitement. There she is!
Standing in centerfield - my hero,
Bouncing from toe to toe . . .
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