by lakes lips
kissing few astray
balls from cruel clubs
broken tees littered
scars on green, not fix
falling leaves, squirrel
run up and down a tree
I love fish gliding
like silent submarine
barbeque scent nearby
drive my senses desiring
pork ribs and corn cobs
stop by clubhouse on turn
pick hot dog and hot chili
warm a bit and we're away
chasing rainbow by fairway
next shot would be my best one
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A medley mix up of romance and tastes and original imagery. Lovely write with rhythmic beat.