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I have always enjoyed the shows Being in the second row. Here, I avoid the spittle from the stages, Felt safe behind third base, When a line drive missed my face; Playing sax behind clarinets in Band; The first row gets chosen first; I could rest my head on my desk, Slouch behind raised hands. An A-Team player always got hurt, Or worse. Behind me, Are infinite rows and tiers, And each gets a turn; After second row.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Second Rows
I have always enjoyed the shows Being in the second row. Here, I avoid the spittle from the stages, Felt safe behind third base, When a line drive missed my face; Playing sax behind clarinets in Band; The first row gets chosen first; I could rest my head on my desk, Slouch behind raised hands. An A-Team player always got hurt, Or worse. Behind me, Are infinite rows and tiers, And each gets a turn; After second row.
francie-lynch
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
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