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Daren Flynn

Aug 29, 2022

HOMOPHONE BASEBALL

The pitcher through the bawl to the catcher butt he mist it.

That's called a passed bawl: the catcher's fault, butt if the pitch is wild, then it's the pitcher's fault.

The batter was tolled two keep his aye on the bawl, which he did.

As a result, he was abel too hit the bawl and get on base.

Had he bin tot two trussed his base coach, who tolled him too take a good lead off, butt two keep his I on the pitcher and lien toward second base.

The next batter, who was the cozen of the first, approached the plait and coward in the batter's box, because he had bin hit by a pitched bawl before.

The runner on first stohl second after he saw the steel sine flashed by his coach.

The pitcher was surprised. He did knot think the runner wood tri to steel because there were too outs.

The next pitch was hi and tite because the pitcher wanted to jam the batter. 

Butt the batsman moved his feat back and lade into the bawl with awl his mite.

He hit a reel timely too run homer and one the game.

Trussed me, he was given a hero's welcome bye his teem mates back in the dugout.

They had bin the underdogs, sew that was a reel coupe.

It aloud them to clime up the latter two number fore in the league standings.

O, buy the weigh, the final score was too two to.

Aye rote this just four fun and that's awl eye want two right, sew eye guess that's the end.

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