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There Is No Lipstick In Baseball...

by @james-g-paul-sr-aka-pablo

she plants her lipstick on my cheek or forehead daily; her stamp, she says leaving her puckered claim, she says in case some young hussy with game throws a slow hanging curve ball over my plate and I'm tempted to hit it like a-rod, hgh and all, up and over the outfield wall then slide into home base later like it's batting practice or a double-header... ~ P (Pablo) (8/7/2013)
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Aug 7, 2013
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