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Oct 2013
Surrounded by an indefinitely green universe.
Consumed by what comes next.
A quick visit to the beach.
Or a tiny dip in the pond.
Rolling though the valleys.
Admiring the multicolored leaves.
Turkey's, geese, swans, alligators, squirrels.
Swearing like a sailor.
Or praising God for all His gifts.
This is the place I call home.
This is the game of golf.
Written by
Mae West
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