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Was just my luck to grab pretzel and beer,
rush to nosebleed seats to watch ball with fear.
An usher was glaring at me,
pointing at a sign I would see.
No alcohol, in this seating — oh dear!
5/15/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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