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May 2014
THE WEEKEND BASH.
You cut the lawn and clean the garage.
You fire up the grill.Oh, what a thrill.
For the weekend bash.
The hot dogs are cooking the beer is chilling.
The game will appear to be a killing.
For my weekend bash.
The guest are all but here.
I want to drink my first beer.
Can't wait I'm going insane.
O! Dam here comes the rain.
So there goes  my weekend bash.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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   Sally A Bayan
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