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As I stand here in the morning light
with club in hand,held so tight
my heart is pounding
anticipating my balls flight
with a well formed swing
and a directed blow
the ball flies high
in the morning glow
it lands so gentle on the ground
and bounces forward
onto the greens, hole bound
it comes to rest inches away
you think to yourself
it'll be a great day
you tap it in with a light stroke
and think to yourself
"I'm a happy bloke"
for the rest of the game
your aim is true
and again you think about
what you're going through
its like you can do nothing wrong
and you play away
your rhythm just right
flowing like the notes of a song
it's the end of the game
with a glorious score
you're way under par
and you want to play more
then all of a sudden
you hear somebody scream
and you open your eyes
and find out it was a dream
you're still standing there
on the first tee
just having drifted off
waiting on "Me"
------
Frankie J. Dubs
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