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Thowing the ball around the yard
She winds up and I forget to guard My face it finds and hits me hard Gone are performances I might have starred, my features now are severely marred. Whenever I chance to leave my yard, I hide my face behind a card. Fearing my neighbors would have me tarred, or chased from the neighborhood, forever barred. My face and my soul forever scarred.
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