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The Tree Was Green
Alone,
Up in the tree,
Is a red wheelbarrow upon which I thought I could depend.
Diamonds Are a Boy's Best Friend
The sphere is thrown & its threads revolve
My boy pops it up
It's his first time up to bat
The shortstop catches it & he's out
The diamond is still as bees zigzag
My boy's cap has a curvilinear bill
And his shirt says on it, Braves
The world spins
Orbs shine in endless complexity
To infinity and beyond!
Yet here on this still diamond
Nine face nine
In the first game of their lives
And the fascination of the spinning orb
Holds us parents
In the levity of its gravity
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