Sentence lines to right, rounds first, and pauses,
runs on, and Comma throws short relay to Dash –
who looks Sentence back to first, running the ball
into the infield, Sense feels his way to the mound,
one on, nobody out, in the bottom half of the first.
Ah! The tropes V the dipods @ enjamnment. Just like cricket! Beautiful paintings Joe. B
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Ah, the troped-up pitches and the tintinnabulations of the ringing bats!
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I like ’em both.
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Hey, thx for stopping by, Jeff!
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I’m not getting it ; but I like the paintings .
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Fragmental.
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