Every easy fire to start
Water soaks the air
Each pitch more perfect than the last
Satisfying as the fare.
The feel of mud and laughing sounds
The roughshod play on sacred grounds
Driving fast and living songs
Leaves nothing for regret.
The blackest black and brightest white together leave us empty
Its all the colors in between
The shades of amber and dark green
Staying dirty losing clean
Just take the plate and lick it.
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