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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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