My happiness

when I'm feeling down

one thing can turn that around

a bright, yellow ball

red seams and all

a stick called a bat

I can swing

a glove or a mit

three bases and

one plate

dirty cleats

and full team of queens


or softball 

is what I choose to do

when I'm feeling blue

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