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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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