Brrrrushed back; Real close...too close for comfort 98.6 mph is the clocked velocity Easily...This can turn into an atrocity Although those digits They work well for a healthy body temperature But inside; across the brow... It’s pretty foul Getting uglier by the second Pseudo Manchurian Candidates incessantly beckon Aggressively it describes this all out competition Check this rendition...
The Overbearing Enemy from The Hill; Pushes off; aims for the kill Go 'head Bill...We love the thrill Fire forwards with pristine-like exertion Straight heat is found zeroing in Seeking an open target Who’ll know what this passed pastime has meant? What catches the eye is the how and the way it’s sent the cerebral calculates not to end up "bent" All out intimidation with its applicable response It starts out as a thought :::Don't get caught!!!
Brave prey we are... Diamondbacks attempting not to rattle; we're always prepped for the battle We go for The Head Shots color commentating on these Head Games But...really Feeling relaxed within this reality It’s just make believe The Fire from the end of that sleeve It's a felon's trick :::Duck down quick!!! Because we know enough...not to remain standing still Knowing enough...not to take it on the chin In that...there is no win But it’s a bawler's game; that’s how this call came as we all batter up to do it again
Subject: .::spring trainin:. 
Fri Apr 18, 2008 8:48 pm
