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Poem: Posada Past, Montero's Moment

 

The Bronx should brace itself for Jesus Montero
Whose bat is to hitting as love is to Bolero
His line drives appear to be fired from snipers
He's boomed long home runs since he was in diapers
So while casting Jorge aside may leave you aghast
Montero's the future; Posada's the past