Hard-ass ball-liner paints lines makes streaks the inside joke is that there is none

His racquette fell from the sky and snapped his neck so he was sad

Said, “No, I don’t go to the bar downtown when it rains” but it was all over

Once in ten years a sprout would sing his name but no one was usually around to hear any of it

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