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"on Course"

Crushed at impact with such a force.. So small and hidden as I stay on course.. Through the sky and over the trees.. Im spinning so fast my mind can't see.. A dipping flight as I see the land.. Not long ago I sat in a hand.. Decending fast as my target is close.. Flying over the sand not yet a pose.. I start to smile as I begin my fall.. On a smooth green surface, hey Im a golfball...

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Date: 5/6/2010 7:36:00 AM
At first I thought this might be an insect colliding with a car. You surprised me with your witty ending, Michael!! Gave me a smile, too. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 5/6/2010 5:53:00 AM
that is funny, you being a golfball that explain why you where held in some ones hand,..p.d.
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