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Putt,put,Dash,put and stay.Time to have things my way.I can hear the business calling of the day.More of this some of that.Nine lives and a new cat.Just a notebook from the Bar.So the things we do may not leave scares.Re-order shuffle and pay. Romantic things that we say.Clearing the way for a new day.New cologne ,previous road,maps and cold.Walking a journey one step at time.Strengthen by God's good grace and wine.Garage door missing ,someone kissing, a new step.
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