dog owner came to chat
of places where he play at
kempsville green cheap; said
'if you walk yo get it free
for a sum of membership fee'
boring to play there everyday
he's like lighthouse caretaker
keeps on talking, stop never
i motion my swings in tempo
can't pick what i'm here to do
thanks goodness his wife came
she smile at me; he knows him
(she took him home and i
continue my golf practice)
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