The field of dreams can be bigger than ten thousand feet deep and keep in the wilderness, the wind was calling, if you built it, he will come, until the fifties and sixties were appeared into the cornfield to play ball and let it slide to fall onto the plate, when they catch the ball right through to be very handsomely tall, but not to small, that's nature out there, it looks like a splash sound on the ground in spirit of heaven, it blows you anything to dream coming true as super clear blue to bring their history of life and love to combine thee, to see them in person when they play like champions in years and decades ago, but they tell many stories were legends and heroes everywhere but here before
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-23-17
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