I am a colorful athelete,
I wonder why a softball is yellow.
I here a ball smacking the ground,
I see players fielding like a vacuum cleaner.
I want to play more,
I am a colorful athelete.
I pretend I am the greatest,
I feel the stitches of the softball,
I touch my team mates hand to congradulate,
I worry about our championship game.
I would someday like to be a pro,
I am a colorful athelete.
by: Brooke Steiner
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