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Written by Contest Entry
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Saturday, 13 December 2008 20:22 |
The course... Here on the course when the morning's dew yawning

Nothing like the sun peeking though the trees First on the greens before the engines come roaring See an albino squirrel staring at me Hear the whispers of the blades of grass calling No not again… till tomorrow I'll see
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Last Updated on Sunday, 22 March 2009 15:30 |