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Golf Day

I love the thrill of playing golf Especially when it's my turn to tee off The excitement grows as I put my putter in my hand Not knowing how far or where the ball will land I take my driver and I drive it home But when I get to the hole the ball is gone Did it end up in the water or a sand trap Man this game is turning into crap I yell for my caddie but he's no where around He's in the golf cart sleeping real sound So off to the clubhouse I go to think But while I'm there I have myself a drink After a glass or two of wine I feel real good and I say the 18th hole is mine I go back out on the green and I yell fore But when it's over I've never seen such a bad score I tell myself this game really sucks So I turn in my clubs and went to play putt putt

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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