Goodbye Golf Poems

 Goodbye Smirking Little White Ball

Watch me swing
The ball hops
The ball veers

I am lost
My knees lock
My clubs shake

I am sore
To a tee
I hate golf

1/23/23 

Tricube...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The force is catter-balled inside of it's own redemption,

you are not meandering without, 
or even tempered to non-survive the site-

they told us in many more...

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Two decades ago this story began
Founded by one of the Robinson Clan.
The weekend is always the second in July
Its the gathering of a unique group...

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I lost you that day 
when it was 
raining, 

And drops 
of your face 
clumsily, 

r o l l e d away....

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