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g o l f . c l a p

1 1 . s e p t e m b e r , 2 0 1 8

down falls the rain

lightly one evening…

a truck and a train

arriving and leaving


so drop blondie off to play

and go dance the night away

it ain’t right, but it’s okay


smoke on the walk

an accident waiting

a bone and a box

tramp and the lady


i’ll lie in this bed i’ve made

and try to decode the game

it ain’t right, but it’s okay


no direction

hung like a horse

no erection

par for the course