i walked slowly to the tee
with all prayers in me
i saw the ball flew; hit a tree
and safely landed on the fairway
about two hundred yards to the pin
good contact but landed short; wind
pitching wedge and six foot to go
putt with genltness of a kiss
it rolls slowly; disappear in hue
i raised my hands as if i won the day
i screamed; let out my full energy
kiss my putter, shook hands, roll away
enough to get me back another day
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