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The Master's Peachy Call

Once there was a Master that was put on hold The one keeping the green safe felt this was very cold “We are trying to contact you!” “About an issue that said the Master was through” With the phone in the ear Augusta the assistant Was forced just to listen Acting very honest not needing a mask The recording entertainment was the office work task Seconds went by then minutes And Augusta screamed ‘we are not getting into it’ “The Master is in the office waiting And you have not picked up my call, I am stating” Then there was a click And a voice came on real quick “The Master wants to speak About this delay that is supposed to take weeks” “We are sorry for this awful scar On your century old spring tradition whose course is designed by a small word like par” Okay the Master agreed to wait With the goal everything in the end will be made straight Hanging up the phone Everyone was feeling alone The Master needed to make that call In order to be able to stand tall When one is put on hold It’s not due to being cold There were people in front of the Master Needing things done faster Knowing it was all right to take time to administrator a shot Using the fair way to get a good spot And once the delay leaves the hazard A major issue will be in tatters The Master should carry on with the driving club Realizing in the end patience will make it a success not a dud

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