Thursday, June 20, 2024

A lyric for our time.

 


Where have you gone, Graeme Lloyd?

A fan base turns its lonely eyes to you.

Whoo-whoo-whoo.

What's that you say, Mr. Robinson?

All we do is stare into the void.

Oy, oy, oy.

Oy, oy, oy.







5 comments:

  1. I guess we we'll be seeing Mr. Lloyd around the same time Mr. McBroome shows his face in here again

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  2. By co-inky-dinky-do, I just finished the DiMaggio era in Hoss's book.

    Buy it, if any of you huckleberries haven't!

    Now, we're in the Ca$HAL era of that Dante classic.

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  3. LOVE those pictures of the by-gone days of fist-i-cuffs! Lloyd had some unbelievable wingspan, eh? Wish I had stats on his reach!

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  4. Thanks, Rufus! Glad you got that far!

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  5. Hoss,

    I read on days that I have an opportunity to linger over morning coffee. The perfect morning indulgence.

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