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He Slinks Over The Links

He Slinks Over The Links He raced to the first golf hole, par he winks Three wild shots later a turkey gobbles Cuss words escape his lips, as his drives stink Another dying duck's hit, as his legs wobble Ploop, another drink of the pond, how awful connie pachecho 8/12/17 Inspired after reading entries to-Write about an activity as if you are doing it at the moment

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