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84. The Course

We started talking about your golf
And how good you played the game

Then we talked of clubs and balls
Double entendres really aren’t the same

You confessed to enjoying the course
With roughage, hills, and holes

You even smiled with such a grin
When mentioning those manly looking poles

You suggested that I try a round
And experience all of golf’s great delights

Even if we just played through
You insured me I’d enjoy the sights

So I trusted you and took your hand
And you led me to the grass

After what I learned today
A game of golf I’ll never pass


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