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A Cup Full of Joy
What a great day for golf in the middle of Fall, feeling quite chipper I drew a smile on my ball. My confidence rose as I stepped to the tee, while I stared down the flag on this gorgeous par three. I swung back the club that I held in my hands and prayed that my ball on the green softly lands. As the white orb pierced the blue Autumn sky, I soon lost my sight with the sun in my eyes. I strolled to the green with trusty putter in tow, but no ball in sight. Where did it go? I searched in the rough and the bunker of sand, with extreme disappointment and useless putter in hand. As my search would yield nothing, I was about to give up. When a small voice whispered, "Just look in the cup." Could it be that my little friend found his way in the hole? Who would believe it? Not one living soul. So I walked to the flag on this dreadful par three and I smiled at a ball that was smiling at me. To whom it may concern this poem is pure fiction. 11/23/20
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