The Black Bat: Cantos XCVIII-CIII
A Supernatural Baseball Epic
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The Black Bat: Cantos XCVIII-CIII
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
XCVIII
At these exertions Dancer scoffed:
The bumbling work of feeble folk.
From out his lungs some dust he coughed,
And loosened felt the black bat’s yoke.
To think that he had made a deal
To help a chump gold pieces steal.
But now he’d chase the record books,
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