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The players come out to play. The audience gathered around, cheering them on.
One by one they take acknowledgment . The speaker motions to settle down.
He steps up to the tee with confidence. Ahead of him lies sand and a deep pond.

The ball takes flight now so high and far. Missing the hazards now it's home run.
A crowd supports him by cheering him on. Walking so proud looking for the ball.
Walking down a runway of grass and looking. He hits a ball again oh how fun.

They gather like mocking birds. They watch now on the green and what a sight.
This time a moment if silence. He hits the ball and wait, the club flies just as well.
He gasps for air and stutters. Bogey now becomes a painful word so not right.

If only he had a good caddy now. This is no good especially in an all time tourney.
What happened to his skills just now. Feeling numb from the shoulders on down.
Oh what a trauma to the family name. Momma will knock him out onto a gurney.

All that prize money flashing before him. And it was such a dream to walk on top.
Looking at the crowd watching him now. He chokes his caddy till it turns all blue.
What a clown says one, join a circus maybe. Now going in history as a big flop.

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