Monday, February 09, 2009
Fatal Golf
Back from the beach
of a cold day and the
kids are swimming,
and throwing their
little bodies against
frigid waves. If an
icy one slammed my nuts,
be like Reaper swung
that sickle into the sea
like a 9-iron.
Back from the beach
of a cold day and the
kids are swimming,
and throwing their
little bodies against
frigid waves. If an
icy one slammed my nuts,
be like Reaper swung
that sickle into the sea
like a 9-iron.
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