Winning Is Not Everything
triplets in rhyme
Just need two under par
I've mastered this shot
and my partners will lose.
One is my only son,
and a friend from college.
Fond memory's my muse.
Soar among the Eagles!
I'll let my soul sing,
their spirits to bolster.
I let loose measured stroke.
My eagle's in flight
soaring t'wards a bunker.
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