Pinstriped suits aplenty, stars bright
in the summer sky
Let us share the balls, the gloves, the bats
and remember our youthful joy
There will be running and throwing and cheering
Let the game be played with verve
For as the moon and the sun cooperate
there are no thoughts
of time
As long as the game endures it connects past and present
If we all get our swings in eagerly
There is nothing left but smiles.
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