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Orioles Magic
It was a wet October day in Baltimore,
with dark storm clouds over Camden Yards Stadium.
Fans came in arrived, wearing their bright orange shirts jerseys,
rally towels waving, super excited for the game.
The smell scent of sizzling hot dogs and fresh popcorn was everywhere filled the air,
laughter mixed with heavy raindrops falling on us.
Adley Rutschman stood behind the catcher’s plate, calm and ready,
while Gunnar Henderson stretched at shortstop, eager to play.
As the game started, the rain came poured down harder,
but I didn’t care; I was just happy to be there.
Every crack of the bat echoed in the crowd,
cheers rose up, louder than the rainstorm.
Moo, moo, moo! Hearts raced as fans shouted, feeling the fun excitement,
The players fed off our energy and played hard.
Together we cheered under the gray sky,
sharing a moment that felt really speciatruly unforgetablel.
When the last out was made, fireworks lit up the night sky,
bursting in vivid colors against the dark storm clouds.
I cheered for our team, hearts full of pride,
and in that moment instant, the rain felt like magic.
So here’s to the Orioles on that rainy day evening ,
showing us that even storms can make us smile.
, Prose Poem
Lost in Silence
Riley and Jamie sat at opposite ends. of the couch, and the silence felt thick around them. Their
small The apartment felt , once full of laughter and fun, now felt cold and empty. The bright
blue walls seemed to remembered happier days. Every argument felt like a storm. , dark clouds
rolling in and blocking out the light. “Why do you keep doing this?” Riley asked, frustration
bubbling up. Jamie’s eyes were sad. , and the warmth they once shared felt far away. “You just
don’t understand me,” Jamie said, voice soft but sharp. The clock ticked loudly, each tick
reminding them how far apart they had grown. Not long ago, their dreams sparkled like stars in
the night sky, full of promise. Now those There dreams seemed dull, like old photos that faded in
the sun. Each fight pushed them further apart, like leaves falling from branches trees in the
autumn, leaving the branches bare. Riley missed the laughter that used to fill their home, but now
every word felt heavy. The love they once had was like a candle flickering in the wind.,
struggling to stay lit. As they looked at each other, t Tears in their eyes, they both knew they
were at a faced a big decision. It felt like watching a bridge break apart. , where love had once
flourished but now felt weak. The quiet stretched on. They, and they both wondered if it was too
late to fix what was broken. They thought about the love that had brought them together, hoping
they could find a way back to each other, but unsure if they even wanted to try.
Orioles Magic
It was a wet October day in Baltimore,
with dark storm clouds over Camden Yards Stadium.
Fans came in arrived, wearing their bright orange shirts jerseys,
rally towels waving, super excited for the game.
The smell scent of sizzling hot dogs and fresh popcorn was everywhere filled the air,
laughter mixed with heavy raindrops falling on us.
Adley Rutschman stood behind the catcher’s plate, calm and ready,
while Gunnar Henderson stretched at shortstop, eager to play.
As the game started, the rain came poured down harder,
but I didn’t care; I was just happy to be there.
Every crack of the bat echoed in the crowd,
cheers rose up, louder than the rainstorm.
Moo, moo, moo! Hearts raced as fans shouted, feeling the fun excitement,
The players fed off our energy and played hard.
Together we cheered under the gray sky,
sharing a moment that felt really speciatruly unforgetablel.
When the last out was made, fireworks lit up the night sky,
bursting in vivid colors against the dark storm clouds.
I cheered for our team, hearts full of pride,
and in that moment instant, the rain felt like magic.
So here’s to the Orioles on that rainy day evening ,
showing us that even storms can make us smile.
, Prose Poem
Lost in Silence
Riley and Jamie sat at opposite ends. of the couch, and the silence felt thick around them. Their
small The apartment felt , once full of laughter and fun, now felt cold and empty. The bright
blue walls seemed to remembered happier days. Every argument felt like a storm. , dark clouds
rolling in and blocking out the light. “Why do you keep doing this?” Riley asked, frustration
bubbling up. Jamie’s eyes were sad. , and the warmth they once shared felt far away. “You just
don’t understand me,” Jamie said, voice soft but sharp. The clock ticked loudly, each tick
reminding them how far apart they had grown. Not long ago, their dreams sparkled like stars in
the night sky, full of promise. Now those There dreams seemed dull, like old photos that faded in
the sun. Each fight pushed them further apart, like leaves falling from branches trees in the
autumn, leaving the branches bare. Riley missed the laughter that used to fill their home, but now
every word felt heavy. The love they once had was like a candle flickering in the wind.,
struggling to stay lit. As they looked at each other, t Tears in their eyes, they both knew they
were at a faced a big decision. It felt like watching a bridge break apart. , where love had once
flourished but now felt weak. The quiet stretched on. They, and they both wondered if it was too
late to fix what was broken. They thought about the love that had brought them together, hoping
they could find a way back to each other, but unsure if they even wanted to try.
