this morning wait for the train

what do you do miss miss happenstance you when you're asked miss crazed spelunk taste hand on hand- won and ongoing eye razor this hiss the rain piss

baseball this march

religious experience on the contrary some years as a cafe manager the sportís page a daily perusal of box scores win loss records reading the classics on break-time to look occupied on the scam my knowledge of ballplayers comes from long hours spent on the game another job blows and tickles me i'm laughing at what it's doing in other words saps the white light out of me all these years moving from one to another the rosary beads i can't believe another season is about to begin this is not my first time at opening day

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