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CASEY AT THE BAT


VII

TEN thousand eyes were on him as

he rubbed his hands with dirt,

Five thousand tongues applauded

when he wiped them on his shirt;

Then, when the writhing pitcher ground

the ball into his hip,

Defiance glanced in Casey's eye, a sneer

curled Casey's lip.

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