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The good time is approaching,
The season is at hand.
When the merry click of the two-base lick
Will be heard throughout the land.
The frost still lingers on the earth, and
Budless are the trees.
But the merry ring of the voice of spring
Is borne upon the breeze.
-- Ode to Opening Day, "The Sporting News", 1886
To write a sonnet you must ruthlessly
strip down your words to naked, willing flesh.
Then bind them to a metaphor or three,
and take by
💗 -- 👔 -- 🎁 -- 🌋 -- 📗 -- 🕺 -- 📒 -- 🥗 -- 🍖 -- 😺 -- 💎 -- 🎈 -- 🌳 -- 💚 -- 🍆