Then let me run with deer-like
grace
Don't let me miss but tag
first base
Then on to second, stay
with me, Lord,
Cause this one out, we can't
afford.
Then let me zoom like a flying
bird
Right down the line and
on to third
Then let me slide with feet
out-thrust
Across home plate in the
swishing dust
BUT FIRST OF ALL, DEAR LORD,
I PRAY
JUST TELL THE COACH TO LET
ME PLAY!
By Rachel #1 of the Amhurst Lightning
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