Pitchers
Fear never crosses the mind of a girl with drive.
She stands there eying the batter with determination to strike her out.
The wind let lose and a swing and a miss.
The next pitch flying in at 75 miles an hour, Whoosh and a strike and a miss for strike two.
The final pitch, the final wind up to strike her out.
Swap right and in the catchers glove.
As the batter walks away with disappointment, a slight smirk over comes the proud pitcher.
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