Just as in the song, Take Me Out to the Ball-game,
one Sunday
my dad went to the ball-game
& never came back.
We were going to notify the police,
but figured,
well, if he doesn’t care,
how can we?
Just as in the song, Take Me Out to the Ball-game,
one Sunday
my dad went to the ball-game
& never came back.
We were going to notify the police,
but figured,
well, if he doesn’t care,
how can we?
t r e f o l o g y 
That’s a whole movie script.
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Really really good!
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I like the way you think…and write.
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You twist logic till it makes sense
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The use of ‘how’, not ‘why’. Brilliant. Heart-breaking.
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Buried beneath the pitcher’s mound?
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If that is the case then we shall need a handful of volunteers to, root, root, root, through the homefield. Thankyouandgoodnight.
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Ha!
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Not used to you making me cry.
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Much appreciated, Grumpy!
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Like seriously? Selfies taken by other people? Nice one.
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Good one Tref. It kinda has a Rodney Dangerfield vibe.
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Thanks, CBH!
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