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| 75. Golf A hole in one Would surely be great If only I could Ever hit the ball I try my best But my swing is too late Surely it must be my equipment My clubs are too short or too tall They encourage me to play They insure me I’ll just get better But no matter how I do My game gets worse and worse At least I look the part Wearing my Tiger Woods’ sweater But I guess as long as they pay the green fees I’ll forever have the golfer’s curse |
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