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The punishment for golfing is to be forced to listen to the famous Ode To A Small Lump Of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning.
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O to be wafted away From this black aceldama of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy today Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow! |
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