MR. MIRACLE
Here's my umpire's cap; I'm
turning it in. I'm no longer
to be impartial or neutral.
I want a miracle. And I
need it done. I have too
much confusion now, and
that's all that's left. And
I'm not liking that one bit.
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The sodden culprit on its own
soggy field - we sing paeans
to progress and gain? Is that
how it goes? I feel different
this time; nothing's fair and
what's undeserved goes to the
one who doesn't deserve it.
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All's right with the world; I know,
I've heard that before : but there's
a sad dog barking in the back of
that car; the little kid here cries
for candy, and the parking lot guy,
the one collecting carts, he just
shuffles along singing, and
with a whistling too.
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