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Barry Bonds

That ball cracked the century open
and we're hurled  through the doorstep
watching it fly brighter than a comet,
brighter than the red hair of bombs.
Barry Bonds, we're counting on you,
waiiting to hear what you'll do next year
or if the crimson snow stops that fast flying ball.