large mound of mulch on tarp
blocking my view from bunker
i could move it but would i do
nope i take risk and hit blind
not like my friend he's on top
won't be easy he may slide
vendor warned us about storm
they migth give us rain check
we continued playing for more
it didn't happened we are happy
we have exciting moment. birdie
wind is something; in your face
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