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There was a beautiful menu, full of enticements. A choice of Strawberry with Cream, or a wine la Rose. As I sat on the Bench and ordered Bananas Foster, I realized that Strawberry wasn't going to be my choice. A slab of ribs from Burbanks, please.
And this one belongs to the Reds! [/only Cincinnati will get it]
in the style of Marty Brenneman
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