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What is going on in his mind? Sometimes he breaks down and cry, what is going on in his mind? he was a champion before he dies. 

His strong arms and flexible muscles powered the ball in the hole and the dimension from which the ball fell bring smiles to his passionate soul.

He plays with his heart, mind, body and soul and his youthful strength spread love on the field for his emotion was real. His shots are accurate, and his timing is right he is good at what he does, and his life is a complete sacrifice.

I saw him warming up on the field, but something must have broken his zeal, he was practicing for the biggest match of his life and all of a sudden, he breaks down and cry, he couldn’t get the grip on the swing and the balls fell outside of the hole and his ego fell very low.

The morning pushes him slowly along the grassy path with hope printed on a list and life shines brightly through the dark forcing him to confront himself; and bring out the joy from within.

 I see him reaching inside trying to extract something from the marble tile and it is the stubborn part of him that never dies. 

The power in his swing and the stride in his feet forces him to take the stand and go where his own heart leads; what is going on in his head; nobody knows but the players are joining the line to have a last glimpse of him.  

I can feel the heat penetrating my feet while courage struggle underneath the earth and the sun burns mountainous hill forcing everyone to keep still, the field come alive with musician and spectators lining up, side by side and the orchestra is heard all over the place
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What is going on in his mind? He is making plans for a big surprise, but something suddenly caused his temperature to rise, and he changed his mind; he starts pacing all over the floor, walking from door to door.

He went back on the field and makes the last swing with strong hearts and a unified mind; he finally gets over the finishing line and that was the last time I heard of him.

 A habit can be corrected but a blatant crime is sin and so a guilty verdict has done the traveler in.
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