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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