Manonton Dalan

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050111o A Putt Short - Poem by Manonton Dalan

bunker caught his dream
fails to roll closer to a cup
downhill is always tricky
breaking in last moment
vanish were hopes to win
but still smile, precious day

emotion tempered to whisper
there's always another to come
where nerves be tested to max
whoever blinks walks away empty
it's everything body, mind and soul
blend together to drive home ball


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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