push cart is not allowed
written in braille smart
everybody see it; a dart
money maker in my chart
who could resist weather
smiling sunrise easterly
breeze across tree tops
I counted balls so as tee
wax my shoes to look pretty
moist my grips to be shiny
polish my mind with story
does it work, it could, maybe
sure thing noon would come
so quick; I need a you
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