Poem I wrote during a Braves/Rockies game in which the Braves lost, big time.

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there are nights like this

you wear the oppressive heat like a damp shroud

you take a step forward,

and get pushed three steps back,

you hope for a miracle that you know will never come,

the disappointment weighs you down more than the thick night heat

there are nights like this

rare as they are.

one last hurrah,

still clinging to the hope of a miracle,

but it is not to be

on a night like this