When I was real young I wanted to play baseball. I really loved playing center field, but that was never anything I was really ever that good at. I played up until I was in ninth grade.
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Real Good For Free
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood
And he played real good
On his clarinet, for free.
Now me I play for fortune
And those velvet curtain calls
Ive got a black limousine
And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you have the money
Or if youre a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good, for free.
Nobody stopped to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never
Been on their t.v.
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song
Maybe put on a harmony...
I heard his refrain
As the signal changed
He was playing real good, for free.
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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For Free
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood
And he played real good
On his clarinet, for free
Now me I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
Ive got a black limousine
And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you have the money
Or if youre a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good, for free
Nobody stopped to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never
Been on their t.v.
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song
Maybe put on a harmony...
I heard his refrain
As the signal changed
He was playing real good, for free
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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I played varsity on all of them for four years. I'm 5'9 and that's not that tall for a center so I was a forward. I loved playing volleyball and basketball and track I was good at, but it stressed me out.
quote by Bridgette Wilson
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Max The Creative
Max with his big brown eyes,
kind of shy, but very creative deep inside.
Playing a Star Wars/clone character
Ibra Victor with his great skill,
he concentrates on his game being very still.
Max also plays sports-he is in soccer
he played baseball but stopped.
A couple of years ago in the fourth grade,
started playing the All Star Soccer game.
He started karate in 4th grade too,
he's so talented he plays guitar, maybe the Blues.
I saw Max at Christmas and he liked my poem 'Italian Skunk'
it reminds him of his math teacher who is a Schmuck
Max with his creative imagination has the leading edge,
he has already helped me with 'Razel's Revenge'
Maybe he can help me with character in 'Italian Skunk'
Max could come up with a story the 'Incredible Hunk'.
Max one day might become a storyteller real great,
I wish him the best if movie making is his fate.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Max The Creative
Max with his big brown eyes,
kind of shy, but very creative deep inside.
Playing a Star Wars/clone character
Ibra Victor with his great skill,
he concentrates on his game being very still.
Max also plays sports-he is in soccer
he played baseball but stopped.
A couple of years ago in the fourth grade,
started playing the All Star Soccer game.
He started karate in 4th grade too,
he's so talented he plays guitar, maybe the Blues.
I saw Max at Christmas and he liked my poem 'Italian Skunk'
it reminds him of his math teacher who is a Schmuck
Max with his creative imagination has the leading edge,
he has already helped me with 'Razel's Revenge'
Maybe he can help me with character in 'Italian Skunk'
Max could come up with a story the 'Incredible Hunk'.
Max one day might become a storyteller real great,
I wish him the best if movie making is his fate.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2012
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I played baseball, and that's pretty much it. Basketball came late, this was, basketball was the sport that I tried to master, I kind of mastered baseball, so basketball was one of those things where I wanted to master this game, so that's why I probably play it the way I do.
quote by Eric Williams
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Then You're Not In This Game
Can you,
Really make...
The grade?
In the field
Of doing you to conquer.
Can you,
Take the ball...
Without falling?
And if you did,
Would you stall?
Or get up to make a stand.
Can you,
Minimize a brush with agony?
Or take a pinch or two,
Of self head beating?
Could you take a breath...
And keep on moving.
Beat your chest and let off steam?
Or would you find a way to demean.
Could you,
Get up and run in pain?
Would you give up your goals,
To claim...
Everything you try stays the same.
Can you,
Really make...
The grade?
In the field
Of doing you to conquer.
Would you stop to say its tough...
And what you've got,
Just ain't good enough.
Then you're not in this game to play!
'Cause you're looking for an easier way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In baseball you hit your home run over the right-field fence, the left-field fence, the center-field fence. Nobody cares. In golf everything has got to be right over second base.
quote by Ken Harrelson
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You can't get real happy or real depressed when you play baseball. Baseball is a great sport in that it offers a player a lot of opportunities for atonement.
quote by Mike Piazza
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A Boyhood Sporting Hero
Most boys have their sporting heroes and mine played Gaelic Football
The mighty Mick O Connell the greatest I recall
But Mick O played for Kerry and Cork my favourite team
And to play football good as him was many school boy's dream
The finest Gaelic Footballer that I have ever seen
Not rough or hard in any way but classical and clean
And though that was many years ago and far so far away
Of great player from Valentia the memory with me stay.
When Mick O's playing days were over he faded from the scene
But memories of his playing feats will remain evergreen
His high fielding and kicking and his passing of the ball
The complete Gaelic Footballer the greatest of them all.
He never hogged the limelight he seemed so quiet and shy
But he was sporting hero to many school going boy
And even many who did not support Kerry will still tell you today
That Valentia's Mick O Connell was the best they had seen play.
My hero played for Kerry and Cork my favourite team
And to be good a player as him an early teenage dream
But as a Gaelic Footballer I never made the grade
And I won't be remembered for any game I played.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I was a very good baseball and football player, but my father always told me I was much more interested in how I looked playing baseball or football than in actually playing. There's great truth in that.
quote by John Malkovich
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I Love! ! !
I Love riding my bike
Playing with my sister
Playing with my cat
And Pizza
I Love playing frozen tag
Playing dinosaurs
Watching T.V.
And hot dogs
And I Love you too.
I Love fluffy brown dogs
Cute little cats
Tiny baby hamsters
And Monopoly
I Love going to camp
Going fishing with dad
Going shopping with mom
And spagetti
And I Love you too.
I Love playing baseball in summer
Hockey in the winter
Soccer in the spring
And hamburgers
I Love having my birthday
Having friends over
Going to parties
And onions
And I LOVE you too.
Another poem writen by my son when in grade 2
poem by Tracey Collins
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Play The Field
Verse 1:
Loving can be simple
(find a guy, settle down)
Can it be so simple
(touch the sky, look around)
There is so much out there
(wait your turn, stand in line)
Theres a someone somewhere
(you will learn, you will find)
There is so much waiting for you
Listen here is all you must do
Chorus a:
Play the field
You gotta look around
Lovin is so real
Dont just settle down
Just play the field
And leave what is behind
Dont just make a deal
See what you can find
Verse 2:
If you want some loving
(youll be loved, many times)
Pushing comes to shoving
(and enough chance to find)
Come on stop your crying
(over one special boy)
Do a little lying
(have some fun, dont be coy)
Dont waste your life on a dream
Take it to the opposite extreme
Chorus a
Come on have some fun
Dont waste your life on a dream
Take it to the opposite extreme
Chorus a
See what you can find
Chorus b:
Just play the field
And let yourself go wild
Lovin is so real
Youre acting like a child
So play the field
Youre always on the run
Dont just make a deal
Come on have some fun
Bridge:
Play the field
On the run (on the run)
Make a deal
Have some fun
Chorus a
See what you can find
Chorus b
Chorus a
See what you can find
Chorus b
Play the field
Play the field
Play the field
(fade)
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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I've often wondered about people that come to the profession late in life. I've wanted to be an actor since the first grade. I watched a play being performed by the third grade class, and it was... magic.
quote by William Christopher
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I Can't Let Go
When do I begin,
To say 'enough'.
And let what has troubled me in the past,
End!
What addicts me to revisit,
Emotions still raw...
To self inflict?
Only I seem to sit,
Prepared and ready for conflict.
Holding onto a bitterness,
I can't let go.
Although I must quit!
What initiated it?
I don't remember that at all.
I do, however, recall wanting to play baseball.
And 'someone' shouting,
'He's too young!
He can't hold the bat!
And besides that...
That kid is too small! '
When do I begin,
To say 'enough'.
And let what has troubled me in the past,
End!
Especially those things that happened in grade school.
When I wanted to fit in,
With the other children!
'Uh, grandpa?
Snap out of it!
You'll be fine.
Somethings take a little bit longer than others.
But you will be okay! '
Too SMALL?
I'll show them!
Note:
Some of us 'do' harbor ill feelings for far too long!
Maybe beyond the ridiculous!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cedric's Message.
Cedric approached you
in the playground and said
My sister Christina
wants to see you
on the playing field lunchtime
and he said it
in a quiet voice
as if he didn't want
the other boys to hear
he ran messages for girls
and off he went
to play with some other boys
leaving you to stare out
onto the empty playing field
and so lunch time
after you'd eaten dinner
you went onto the playing field
beneath the summer sun
and there she was
over by the wire fence
waiting for you
and you said
Cedric said you wanted to see me
and she said
Yes do you mind
if we walk off alone together
I don't want other's ears
to move in on our conversation
No sure
you said
Let's go over by the woods
by the far fence
and so you walked off with her
across the playing field
by other kids who were playing
football or sitting talking
or playing skip rope
or whatever
and when you came
to the woods
you sat down with her
and she said
You do love me
don't you?
I mean you're not
seeing anyone else?
You looked across
the playing field
to where you'd sat
with another
some months before
and she had asked
the same question
but since then
it had turned
momentarily sour
Yes and no
you said
looking back at her
taking in her dark hair
and deep eyes
and how her hand
lay on her thigh
covered by grey skirt
and her naked knees
just visible
to the eye
What do you mean
yes and no?
she asked
you watched
her lips move
and replied
Yes I love you
and no I'm not
seeing another
and she smiled at you
and put her hand on yours
and waited for a kiss
and so you did
her lips on yours
out by the woods
on that summer day
out of doors.
poem by Terry Collett
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There's a Guy in my Class
There's a guy in my ninth grade class,
h's got blonde curly hair and really sweet abbs.
Hes got big green eyes that light up the sky,
and hes the one for me.
There's a guy in my tenth grade class,
hes never lets the bad pass,
and hes special to me.
There's a guy in my junior class,
he's got everything I need and hes always there for me....
Cause he's always there for me.
poem by Regan Galloway
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Baseball is more than a game. It's like life played out on a field.
quote by Juliana Hatfield
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I, of course, wanted to play real jazz. When we played pop tunes, and naturally we had to, I wanted those pops to kick! Not loud and fast, understand, but smoothly and with a definite punch.
quote by Count Basie
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Croquet by Moonlight
On a moonlight evening, in the month of May,
A number of young people were playing at croquet,
They mingled together, the bashful with the gay,
And had a pleasant time and chat, while playing at croquet.
CHORUS:
This play they call croquet, croquet,
This play they call croquet,
It is amusement for the young,
This play they call croquet.
On that pleasant evening, the moon shone clear and bright,
And every heart among that crowd was filed with great delight.
It was a merry party, for lady Dell was there
Her merry laugh above the rest was heard by all, so fair.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
She was the belle that evening, admired by great and small,
And all the boys liked to play with the girl and blue ball.
She was a splendid player, so lively and so gay,
For she was skilled in playing that pleasant game croquet.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
Two young men among them, that loved this pretty Dell;
Although I write about them, their names I will not tell.
They were fine young fellows, so bashful, and yet so gay;
They tried to beat the girl that with the blue ball play.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
Ah! with those handsome fellows, Dell thought she'd have some fun,
"The one of you that'll catch me, may see me safely home."
The play began in earnest, between those fine young men,
To catch the girl with the blue ball, was impossible for them.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
She went around the play-ground, so full of life and gay,
She left them at the farther arch, so she beat them at croquet.
It was late that evening, and as I went away,
I know not how they came out, in that pleasant game, croquet.
CHORUS: This play, etc.
So croquet by moonlight is pleasant, as you see,
For business cares were laid aside, in that little company.
So playing at croquet, croquet, so playing at croquet,
It is amusement for the young folks, this play of croquet.
poem by Julia A Moore
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