met some fairway dwellers
discussing their success
on couple of back holes
near misses on nerve putts
sliced that ended in lake
longest drive never found
i could relate to these
i keep quiet listening
i might get good tips
on wind characteristics
but so far laying out
unforeseen situations
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I would like to translate this poem
fairway dwellers or golfers? you just coined another one