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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Babe Bows Out 06-13-1948</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The stands are full of cheering fans<br>As I wait to say goodbye.<br>My bat serves as a crutch for me<br>just weeks before I’ll die.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This day in June is cold and gray, <br> windy, overcast and bitter.<br>No warmth touches my wasted frame, <br> I’m a mere shadow of a hitter</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The grandstands are abuzz with life<br>I shed a single tear.<br>I always was a man apart, <br>Larger than life, I hear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My lusts and appetites were great-<br>more than a mortal man’s-.<br>but the syllogisms true<br>And that is all I am. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They do not know, they cannot know<br>about my hopes and fears.<br>They see just the fading icon<br>Of their own glory years.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>

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