The Golden Polished City,
The Champions await,
The watering holes are gritty
But the girls inside are pretty,
I most likely will be out late.
The Bum is on the mound,
With some more in the streets,
To bury the Braves in the ground
He'll hear the deafening sound,
Will hopefully not be beat.
25.4.11
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