My back swing off the first tee had put him in mond of an eldery woman of dubious … - Patrick Campbell, 3rd Baron Glenavy

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In the nights sometimes now he'd wake in the back and freezing waste out of softly colored worlds of human love, the songs of birds, the sun.

Patrick Campbell, 3rd Baron Glenavy

My back swing off the first tee had put him in mond of an eldery woman of dubious morals trying to struggle out of a dress too tight around the shoulders.

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