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Wrigley Stretch

The smell of hot dogs, fresh grass, and stale beer A constant dull drone from the Bleacher Bums “Take Me out to the Ball Game”, sung aloud Infield raking dust, by busy grounds crews Seventh inning stretch at old Wrigley Field Ivy covered walls, with a losing streak Uniforms with faces of baby bears The rival redbirds are taking the field Cub fans begin to return to their seats Fresh from a line to relief and last call A solid round of boos from the bleachers The batter warms in the on deck circle At times, there is no better place to be Chicago on a hot sunny day, free © Copyrights G. Jones, 2008

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