LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER
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| We sat in our air chairs under the Bent Oak Tree and relaxed at sunsrt. It was quiet and peaceful. We talked of nothingness. Then we went our separate ways. Adieu-Come and sit by my side if you love me. Do not hasten to bid me Adieu. Just remember the Red River Valley and the cowboy who loved you so true. This course was called Bent Oak until an owner cut down most of them to improve the grass on the greens and fairways. I only wish that I could see a golf course lovely as a tree-a Bent Oak that winds and wiggles on its trunk Someone cut them down-Who would have thunk? |
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