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Playing Catch The glove's too big For his small hand. He laughs and giggles As he takes his stand. The ball is thrown, A blur of white. It hits the glove And rolls out of sight. Two pairs of legs, One short, one tall, Race to the bushes In search of that ball. In a fit full of giggles Saying "Daddy, I'm first!" He jumps on his prize And rolls in the dirt. "Daddy I caught it!" He says with intent, And promptly throws it Over the fence. |
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