Monday, August 05, 2013
Hammers in the morning
Their scaffolding sublime
They are making student housing
In an empty lot was mine.
'Im going - I'm going - I'm going
You tell the tender closing
But you tarry slightly knowing
Nothing special holding.
Three-one the count, two men on
I hit a high fly into the stands
Rounding second headed for third
I realize it is a dream.
- Jack Vaughan, Aug 2013
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