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She’s loud, brash, in your face - pure Joy sometimes, bouncin’ round like she owns the joint. Seen her at Moe’s, flirtin’ with every schlub. “Take a seat, sugar!” she yells, winking. Gross, right? But funny - she slipped once, landed in Barney’s lap. Whole bar lost it. Even I laughed, spittin’ beer - D’oh!

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Now check it – near the heart of this hood, there’s a dope legacy around. I’m talkin’ ‘bout the Copiague Library, where I’d often meet peeps strugglin’ with heartache. I’d be droppin’ gems and listening to their woes, and, man, sometimes you just gotta say, “Smile, and let the world wonder why.” Couldn’t help but feel the city’s pulse in that place.

Copiague baseball continues to take shape