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The Flyers' Lefty

A narrative poem.

Throw it over here!
Throw it over here!
They screamed from the dugout.
Bases are loaded.
The count is two and three.
The runner on third, teases as
he jumps on and off the base.
Tension is running high.
Lefty stepped on the rubber,
winds up, quickly turns his body
towards the Blues’ direction
and fires a fast ball into
their dugout!

All hell breaks loose!
The players in the Blues’
dugout scramble to keep
from getting beaned.

The three runners on...
race around the bases.
The umpire runs out into
the middle of the infield,
throws up his arm and yells;
"Lefty, you’re out of
the game!"

Left smiles and yells;
Yeah Ump!...
You finally got a call right!

And when the fray was over,  
Lefty was gone...
but the Flyers won anyway.
That my friend was back
in the Good old days of 1948.

Jackie R. Kays

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