The Sandlot

by Alex   May 16, 2007


As I hit the ball, I made my way toward first base.
There was no way I could get; I was gonna be safe.

Suddenly, I tripped and fell.
They tagged me out as well.

As tears filled my eyes, I saw a hand out of the corner of my eye.
You had arrived.

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