One of my favorite pass times watching Luke play his game. "Mama, don't teach your babies to be cowboys"
. . . or golfers for that matter!
Just a warnin' - to be sure -
'Cause you'll hardly see him if you do,
but you'll follow round and round the country wishin' you never had to leave, never had to work, or clean, only wantin' to be seen
followin' around the man, whose passion lies within the scope of green
ribboned strips down which a small white ball soars and lands and soars again until is found a tiny hole in which to fit.
So now, for just a moment 'round me drape the strong arm that sends the ball into its space.
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