I threw the pitch
Unlike Nietzsche
The will to power
Even the flower
The ball hit the kid
In the head
He dug in deep
I felt the thread
& hit his head
(Anew)
He saw stars
I threw a strike
He belted it good
I heard the wood
Hit the leather
(Saw the)
Ball as it flew
Into the blue.
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