Thursday, November 16, 2006Playing Golf
Doing things, living life,
We'll be the hardest sort of hitters
When we're firing those who seem
When we're playing golf we'll be
But sometimes tensions overflow,
He found the heavy rough in trees.
With feigned surprise he found his ball
He said a crow had picked it up,
That he opposed these interventions,
I accused him there of cheating.
When his wife's two eyebrows wake
They like the safety of her hair.
When they're on their merry way
Sometimes one of them will leave
I thought of her. I said she'd be
So began our par-five fight,
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