Take me out of the ball game,
to roam freely, I’m not allowed.
Not to get peanuts or cracker jack,
fidel will be angry if I don’t go back.
Let me walk, walk, walk in the city,
if I defect it’s no shame.
For it’s one, two, three steps, I’m gone,
from the old ball game.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Cuban 7th Inning Stretch
Hat Tip to Jorge Costales at 2thinkgood:
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