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Poem: Requiem For An Offense

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I miss the runs, I miss the hits

I miss the rally that never quits

I miss the single, I miss the double

I miss the liner that looks to be trouble

I miss the crooked number in the breeze

I miss the ultra-daring suicide squeeze

I miss the long shot deep to left

I miss the offense, seemingly bereft

I miss the days when RBIs weren't sin

I miss the runs, one run, or more! I miss the win