Golf Read Count : 118

Category : Poems

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I hit it hard, you hit it harder.
Mine goes far, yours goes even farther.
I avoid the rough, you avoid the sand.
You use a nine, there is an eight in my hand.
Mine rolls on the fringe, yours lands on the green.
Yours rolls past the hole, mine drops in unseen.
We hop in our cart and drive to the next hole.
And after eighteen times, you can feel the toll.
It's the most aggravated fun, I can't wait to do.
And once you have tried it, you will feel the same way too.

Comments

  • very true

    Apr 10, 2018

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