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We're squeezed in a topsy-turvy Screw-ball world; What's upside is down, What's inside is out; Your smile's a frown, Your whisper's a shout, And the flim-flam man Just pitched a curve. We're headed to second After rounding third, And first is stolen; This game's absurd. So, I gather up my bat and ball, I've read the writing on the wall, I've turned, running for home. We've been tagged on bad calls. We were safe, but now we're out, Exiled, banished, conflicted, confused, There's nothing good on the news. The umps and refs have all been turned, We've been benched, We've been spurned. Behind me, Someone calls out, Play Ball;
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
It's a Topsy-Turvy Game
We're squeezed in a topsy-turvy Screw-ball world; What's upside is down, What's inside is out; Your smile's a frown, Your whisper's a shout, And the flim-flam man Just pitched a curve. We're headed to second After rounding third, And first is stolen; This game's absurd. So, I gather up my bat and ball, I've read the writing on the wall, I've turned, running for home. We've been tagged on bad calls. We were safe, but now we're out, Exiled, banished, conflicted, confused, There's nothing good on the news. The umps and refs have all been turned, We've been benched, We've been spurned. Behind me, Someone calls out, Play Ball;
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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