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Poem: Memories of a Golf Game

By Dave Hood The duffer, who’s a serious, quiet gent, places the ball gingerly On to the tee, Looks toward the red flag Blowing in the breeze, Three football fields away, sets up, swings, Drives the ball Like Tiger Woods … Continue reading

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