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Oh the freight train is here Call me dear. Pass me another beer, There's a beer man here. Nothing to fear. March Madness is sadness to me, just like the predilections are at the ballpark. Oh waking up to a train changing tracks. All the hype. That's my gripe. Nothing to fight or take light. The madness sadness changes to gladness The predilections change to a hark. The tracks are a die that's cast and everything is reconciled.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Ball Park Franks Here Are Some Memories of an Old Man
Oh the freight train is here Call me dear. Pass me another beer, There's a beer man here. Nothing to fear. March Madness is sadness to me, just like the predilections are at the ballpark. Oh waking up to a train changing tracks. All the hype. That's my gripe. Nothing to fight or take light. The madness sadness changes to gladness The predilections change to a hark. The tracks are a die that's cast and everything is reconciled.
Charles Sturies
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
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