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I am not claiming to be a poet.
The moon rises again
Chris Davis steps up to the plate
Strike three, you are out
"Give them money," he said
It changes to "Get rid of them!"
Contender again
"Give them money!" he said
"More money! More money!" continued
Too big too fail, perhaps
Compete with Wal-Mart?
Mother and father concerned
Business thrives unexpected
Make a big old splash
But remember Biggie's words:
Mo' money, mo' problems
Konerko? Adam Dunn?
The wind blows out, no question
Boring playoff run
Remember good times
The nineties are long gone, sigh
Seinfeld, Friends, Cleveland
Baby boy into the world
First day of school, it is fun
Next, you're a Tiger
This can not fail, right?
This can't possibly fail, right?
Oh man, what the hell!
Eddie Murphy, Golden Child
It's not like he's bad at all
But this really bombed
Very few make it
Only the best of the best
Your Houston Astros!
Willy Wonka's place
But daddy, I want it now!
Then Veruca Salt dies
Tell a Brad Pitt joke
Nobody mentions Jonah
Fat guys finish last
Let's try this again
Veterans, defense, Felix
Let's try this again...
One less superstar
A young shortstop emerges
Trades! Wonderful trades!
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Your life will not get better
But his will, pathetic