The Gambler
Instinct whispered
Trust your gut
Put your money on it
It's a three-foot putt
Don't breathe a word
Keep your lips sealed
If you blow one more
It's beg or steal...
Your putter meets ball
You can't bear to look
Was your gut on the money
Or is luck just a crook
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Note: Visualize miniature golf: A putter is
the club you use in miniature golf. A three-
foot putt is really short, less than a meter
from the hole. Normally golfers don't miss
them. But when there's big money riding
on the outcome...
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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