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He stands at the plate with his heart pounding fast,

The bases are loaded, the die is cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him, he stands all alone,
A hit at this moment would send his team home.
The ball nears the plate, he swings and he misses,
There's a groan from the crowd, with boos and with hisses.
A thoughtless voice cries,"strike out the bum!"
Tears fills his eyes, the game's no longer fun.
Remember, he's just a little boy who stands all alone.
So open your hearts and give him a break,
For it's moments like this, a man you can make.
Keep this in mind when you hear someone forget,
He's just a little boy, and not a man yet.

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