Crack Of Bat ***
Days are nights without the cell
getting lost and running
love is like a friend without
a separate place and money.
Song is like some poetry
with more understanding
but finding dates is easier
holding books and sunning.
Holidays are days in school
like a sweet new teacher
desks and books, people
too like wait until I see her.
Old is feeling like I'm not
and company for lunch
tasty food like sympathy
you can't eat too much.
When they say a nursing home
and I say "In France?"
laughter is like falling down
and wetness in the pants.
Heaven is like baseball
with a better swing
while I am like a homer
hears the crowd cheering.
When I'm passing over
elder's like a fence
can't contain a leather ball
flies like a bright comet.
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