How like 20 yrs. hath your absence been
	From NY streets, while your true lovers-Sal, Dean,
	Tommy Davis, et al. (oh what dark days seen!)
	Lust for your return Spaldeen. Spaldeen!
	Soft pink hollow ball that means Summer Time,
	& even if I missed making All Dean's
	list because of too much stickball in my Prime-
	Oh gods call down your blessings on Spaldeen!
	Yet, this fortunate return has set sorrow free,
	Tho your long absence had cast a pall keen.
	Two decades lost! But what new games await thee!
	Without you our broomstick bats were mute, Spaldeen!
	Only tenured philosophers know what this might all mean-
	The glorious return of the spongy ball Spaldeen.
	-EFQ

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