A nice body,
a pretty face,
their only thought
is hitting each base.
She's easy to get
so no need to chase;
just another one to add
to the trophy case.
But she has depth
and feelings inside.
She wants to show,
but her fear makes her hide.
She blocks herself
so she can't be denied.
She has lost her hope
and the sparkle in her eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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