Miscelaneous Poetry
World Series 2004
It's not supposed to happen,
It's not supposed to be,
I would not have believed it,
If I wasn't there to see.
What was it so surprising,
That happened on this night?
Beneath the gentle glow,
Of the blue-moon light.
With pigs flying over,
The frozen lakes of hell,
Even in our lifetime,
Against all odds as well.
The Sox won the series,
And they did it in four,
After eighty-six years,
The curse is no more.
by Cody Dickinson
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