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Sand,grass,lakes and streams.
Combine to make the place of my dreams.
Greens cut so perfect, they don't even look real.
Fairways wide and narrow, predict if the ball I will kill.
Teeing off and slamming a three hundred foot drive.
Sometimes this sport makes me feel so alive.
Driving the golf cart from hole to hole.
Putting in one,could make you sell your soul.
Most people call it a boring game.
But golf is not a sport for those who are tame.