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In California

  Baseball 


The hard-slugging third baseman
has just gone after a bad pitch.
Boos rise like balloons
from the box seats.  Admonishments
fling themselves from the growling
crowds.  The rookie southpaw tucks
the ball into the webbing of his glove.
He adjusts the bill on his cap and climbs
back upon the mound, keeping
his back to the wealthy slugger.




 
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