Chuck Knoblauch, the Twin
to my incompetency [right
arm from the mind amputee];
E4! E4! E4! An eraserless pencil.
When second to first seemed
most consequent and quick, a
murky ick-of-a-Grue split
the Is and the If.
Chuck Knoblauch flew to the
South of the Bronx if only to Find
We are not all Babe Ruths.
Chuck Knoblauch was my favorite player other than Kirby Puckett whenever I lived in Minnesota during their glory days.
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