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I sit on the hard wooden bench,
as i watch the other kids play.
Their smiles bring out the joy in them,
that joy i do not have.
I tell the coach im ready to play,
he tells me we dont need you right now as i walk back to the cold bench.
There i look to center feild through the very rusted fence,
i see number 44 make an outstanding catch.
I tip my hat to him,
as if i made the catch myself.
I will keep my spirit high,
hoping for coach to give me a chance.
- Title: benchwarmer
- Artist: canoli66
- Description: this is about some kid who sits on the bench during the whole baseball game. its not me, im good, i made the allstar team.
- Date: 02/14/2009
- Tags: benchwarmer
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Comments (3 Comments)
- jayke2010 - 02/15/2010
- nice i like it
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- sxyfunsize - 05/11/2009
- i liked wat the poem was about but i think you could have used better words and some lines were really long compared to the other lines but besides that it was really good
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- kstarbaby_1234 - 02/15/2009
- it's great but y a roach talks.
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