Love Poem: Baseball
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Written by: Anais Vionet

Baseball

It didn’t work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
 - love isn’t baseball.

Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
 - or mourn holding hands?

Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]