Preschoolers Have A Way Of

When I Came Over Here (the National League), I Always Heard It Was A Stronger League, With Amphetamines All Over The Clubhouse, But All I Found Was Michelob Dry.

Preschoolers Have A Way Of Grabbing Your Attention. Mine Help Me Not To Be A Baseball Player At Home.

Someone Told Me Just Recently That Poets Are Eulogists. It's Their Job, To Eulogize. I Didn't Know That, But It Makes Sense. Because In Almost Every Poem Of Mine There Is A Loss.

Coming Into A Game In The Eighth Or Ninth Inning Is Like Parachuting Behind Enemy Lines. And Sometimes The Chute Doesn't Open. You Have To Live With That. It's An Occupational Hazard.

The Future Is Much Like The Present, Only Longer.