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Jan 2015
In the home of the Rose Parade
It's raining
With this economy

I could be living in this home
For a very long time
Ah well

I did have a lovely time
Hitting gap wedges and four irons
At the golf course
I ripped a four iron down the right hand side
The flock of birds flew away as the ball went by

Quite beautiful
That driving range
There is the tree in the middle of the range
I always aim at

There were the two men
I always see
One was trying to help the other learn how to chip

He wanted a little Armenian candy he said
Good friendly folks
Down at the driving range

The beautiful blonde there
Who works in the range
Would be nice to spend a romantic evening with her

I wonder if she saw how pure I was hitting the ball
Only a couple of mis hits
I hit everything so good

A shame she doesn't know
How intense the oral pleasure would be
If she spent a romantic evening with me

I looked into the pro shop
From the outside

She gives golf lessons
And drives some fancy BMW

I could spend hours
Just hitting *****
Just me
And my swing

On and on
Into eternity
Yes
On and on
Hitting *****
Just me
My clubs
The earth
The *****

I will play that game in heaven one day
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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