by James Finn Garner
It’s never pretty
This time of year
In Kansas City
Whose early promise
Fades without pity
And whose only solace,
Receding, itty-bitty,
Is Brett once played here.
It’s never pretty
This time of year
In Kansas City
Whose early promise
Fades without pity
And whose only solace,
Receding, itty-bitty,
Is Brett once played here.