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One, can tell that the season has ended.
The wind has picked up and the guys are ever so serene, as they sit back in their chairs next to their computer, with their boots on, waiting for winter. Longing, for those infamous words of spring.
"Play Ball, Play Ball"
We know that then and only then, can we remove the bandages from our finger tips, wipe the blood off our key boards and shout at the top of our lungs, "Your Out".
You just gotta "Love It Baby".
[Edited by jicecone on Oct 29th, 2005 at 01:52 PM]
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