Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Old Gates Brown
Spent his days sitting around
Talking about hitting
"The only thing I know about it,"
He would say
"Is you get a good pitch and you hit it"