everybody clap as i swing
i heard 'you lots of practice'
i was lucky i got going straight
good hundred yards to green
even i'm still breathing faster
on green on two; par is good
i noticed sand on greens
they must be airing it out
blooming trees are pretty
apples budding so as pines
lakes are fresh new walls
crows are still wary to people
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