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At a Garage Sale

At a Garage Sale Wish my golf energy was tough enough To keep me from ending up in the rough Each time I am heading for the green And caught in some trap in between. Great golf game is what I had in mind, But when I ended up so far behind Thought came to me I was about to croak Each time that I had taken another stroke. Not only that things looked terribly dismal All of my game ended up being abysmal Told everyone about my high handicap Said it all sounded like a total mishap. After last stroke some people started to say Golf game again I should never, ever play So I ended up back home and without fail Gave my golf things away at a garage sale. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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