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6/19/13
Robert Glaston
Robert Glaston rakes the sand
The sun threatening to rise
His personal public zen rock garden
Spoiled by cleats and golf balls
Stands aside
Watches wayward swings
Disrupting his lines
Ruining designs
Always another round
Another morning of grooming
Athletes looking through him
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