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MY SECOND LOVEThis is number two in the series of lost loves Unfortunately she has been forgotten too The slipper she left behind on the carriage Was a size fifteen and a half shoe She wasn't one I would pick for marriage But she had three other sisters to pick But like her they were ugly er than a stick So they were three four and five loves to forget And I still have not found my catcher's mitt Now number six true love went all the way to third But on the second date never again from her heard Now seven true loves for some a lucky number But for me it was just another bummer Now number eight told me not to be late Her father was waiting for me at the gate I think I am giving up dating for a time Girls are saying you can find your catchers mitt But I don't have it you nitwit You are not my lover and you are wasting my time Someday I will find my true love get that mask back But I won't be catching again can't get off first base Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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