She stands at the plate, a smirk on her face, ready to pound the ball.
The pitcher prepares to throw.
Around and around it goes, and then snap out of her hand it runs
Zooming towards the catcher's mitt.
But then, out of nowhere, the bat flies past
Changing the ball's direction just like that.
She runs like the wind with her hair following behind.
Then comes the ball, a streak of neon speeding by.
She runs harder; here is first base, then second, then third
And now she slides home, dust flying up
And the ump calls out,"Safe!"
A roar goes up from the crowd, filling the girl with joy-
For she has scored her first home run ever.
With sweat on her brow and dust on her pants
She skips back to the dugout to celebrate.
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