Tuesday, November 13, 2007

WORLD SERIES 1990

Will his curve drop or hang?
Life is lonely on the mound.
Providence is the called third strike,
This pitcher is glory bound.
He is a money player,
When the ducks are on the pond.
Mr. Clutch raps out that base hit,
The R.B.I is his bond.
Bats are blasting out the hits,
September stretches for the drive.
Baseball gears it up a notch,
World Series feelings come alive.
Phenomenal is the glove work,
As they stab the speeding ball.
The World Series is five weeks away,
Can they rise to meet the call?


WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS

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