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"Don't know where i'm going, my life seems to be in the ninth inning. Roller coaster ride's are riding, carousels are spinning. Will my mind be able to put on the brakes? To liquidate the hidden tears, that are about to accumulate? Maybe a Daydream can place me in a wonderland. To a getaway with my feet slowly walking through the beach sand. I feel the ocean spray. it's cooling to my face. I look up at the sun, what a terrific place. Why does this have to come to an end, Putting me back in the ninth inning? Because that's where we all belong. To hit that home run, and never stop running."
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
The Ninth Inning"
"Don't know where i'm going, my life seems to be in the ninth inning. Roller coaster ride's are riding, carousels are spinning. Will my mind be able to put on the brakes? To liquidate the hidden tears, that are about to accumulate? Maybe a Daydream can place me in a wonderland. To a getaway with my feet slowly walking through the beach sand. I feel the ocean spray. it's cooling to my face. I look up at the sun, what a terrific place. Why does this have to come to an end, Putting me back in the ninth inning? Because that's where we all belong. To hit that home run, and never stop running."
MichaelDeTomasso
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
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