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In a little while, short time
it doesn't seem like a crime
I promised myself to treat myself
to the ex-hero, Anaheim.
He climbed up to the top
of the mound, and curveball dropped
in an effort to
make it clear to who-
ever comes up as a batter
left standing at the plate
says, "He's great, why am I swinging?
My God, he's rough, his fastball's tough."
"Strike three," the ump is singing.
The at-bat came to an end.
Who struck you out, my friend?
Colon again
naturally.

To think that only yesterday
it looked he couldn't play.
This quite portly man
once starred in Cleveland
and pitched well out at "Big A."
But as if to knock him down
elbow chips came around
and with just so much
as a mere touch
left his ball career in pieces.
Leaving him to doubt
talk about God in His mercy:
"For if poor Bart is in His heart
then why does elbow hurt me?"
But in their hour of need
the Yanks took a chance, indeed:
Colon again
naturally.

It seems to me that there are reports
that he has rehabbed.
He's been stem-celling.
Since then, he's jelling.
How does he do?
How does he do?

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Colon again
naturally.

He's been peeling back the years.
He's fully back, it so appears.
I remember with the Sox, we could clean his clock
but now he gets the Yankee cheers.
And at 38 years old
he's showing he's still got soul.
I can't understand
why Dominican
has had comeback so amazing.
Leaving every start
gives us heart and chance of winning.
Despite encouragment from mound
he's leaving my head spinning.
He puts the other team away.
I cheer and cheer all day!
Colon again!
Naturally!

Colon again!
Naturally!