I knead the stars—mrrrow—their whiskers softly say,“Gausman pads to Cubs when autumn scents the air;The Jays trade playoff calm for futures yet to play,And fate bats nine lives deep—beware, believe,…
I knead the stars—mrrrow—their whiskers softly say,“Gausman pads to Cubs when autumn scents the air;The Jays trade playoff calm for futures yet to play,And fate bats nine lives deep—beware, believe,…