BaseballCat14 VT 13 years old Posts Poetry By BaseballCat14 Fate The cheering of the joyous fanscalls me to the plate The smell of fresh cut grass awakens my mind from its slumber I stare into the loathing eyes
Poetry By BaseballCat14 Fate The cheering of the joyous fanscalls me to the plate The smell of fresh cut grass awakens my mind from its slumber I stare into the loathing eyes
