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FIFTY 5
Sneakers on
Chicken parm
Eaten cold
Hardly warm
Running swift
As if
Gusting winds
Chase us
Into trenches
55 swinging
For fences
Dreaming still
Hustle thrills
Despite ingesting
Pressure pills
Going going
Gone goodbye
It's knowing
How hard
We try
He Forgives
Don't forget
God's aware
We're not
The Mets
The walks
and balks
Faux pas!
Cry laugh
They are
Known as
Our gaffes
To Cross
Home plate
Escorted by
Our faith
To elude
Being stranded
Alone on
Second base
SWING FOR
THE FENCES!