Golfer - Poem by Jordan Hatfield
I'm a golfer,
on a course of 9.
Bring me any opponent,
and they shall be mine.
Golfers are the greatest athletes around,
and that is for sure.
When I hit my ball so hard,
it just looks like a blur.
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