"Take me out to the ball game, Take me out with the crowd. Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don't care if I never get back, Let me root, root, root for the Cubbies, If they don't win it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, At the old ball game."
Saturday, January 06, 2007
We need a place to get away, From daily work and stress, Just a place to retreat and think, I need one, I'll confess. A cottage next to the water, Where silence can be found, A place to feel at home and rest, Where hours are free from sound. A small retreat with ample room, To have a guest or two, Where meals are simple like we wish, And view the sky so blue. A cottage full of wit and charm, No schedule to keep pace, An atmosphere to soothe the soul, And keep a smiling face.
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