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The Golf Ball

Originally published 2005

golf poetry golf ball

I have 336 dimples.

You can usually find me in the grass.

I tend to travel very fast.

Sometimes with a lot of spin.

Towards a tiny little hole called the pin.

On the way I might run into trouble.

Which could result into a double.

After all said and done I had so much fun.

Poem courtesy Tim Ale


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