This metal poll is sapping my body heat.
Exposed calves.
Aching feet.
**** IT JOHNNY GO LONG"
Sounds of baseballs hitting leather mits,
Pierces the cold night air.
Grass peaks through pavement,
Haphazardly placed squares
I don't really know what I'm doing here,
But what I do know...
Is I'm cold.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
This metal poll is sapping my body heat.
Exposed calves.
Aching feet.
**** IT JOHNNY GO LONG"
Sounds of baseballs hitting leather mits,
Pierces the cold night air.
Grass peaks through pavement,
Haphazardly placed squares
I don't really know what I'm doing here,
But what I do know...
Is I'm cold.
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