Sail to me, ball and stitch
Carefree to me your leather caress
I gently lay you in my hand
To free you from this so called promised land
A sport of speed and agility
so graceful in its fertility
Wonder fills the stands and benches
as the armies rise from their trenches
Oohs and awws clamor all around
To home plate the ball is bound
Anticipation fills the night air
as dust settles around the catcher’s derriere
The runner is out, the crowd goes crazy
Bottom of the ninth, the Ten Spots land their victory.
This Wretched Sea 
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