Baseball Cards (A Poem)

Dieties on the field

Pictured on their card

Stats on back are printed

Miracles remembered

We collect the cards

We’re told to

From the region

That we’re born to

But that don’t mean

That Topps is the

Only card in town

And that don’t mean

That Upper Deck

Is atop of every mount

Because in every

Little pack

We’re told to take

As truth, as fact

Something stale is

Found inside

No, it’s not a

Crouton

No, it’s not a

Fountain

It’s harder than

Unleavened bread

It’s just a piece of gum

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