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by on 03/08/04 at 2:41 pm

A poem about the Clubhouse Terrace


There are no Prizes for second place

There is no rest for the wicked

There is no time like the present

There is no fool like an old fool

There is no smoke without fire

There is no cause for alarm

There is no roof on the Clubhouse Terrace

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