Nobody walks off
The island, they say.
So Dominicans scramble
And swing away.
Every pitch is a ticket.
So punch it well.
Take your cuts
And run like hell.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
Nobody walks off
The island, they say.
So Dominicans scramble
And swing away.
Every pitch is a ticket.
So punch it well.
Take your cuts
And run like hell.