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Golfing hazards |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA 
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The greens were clear and inviting, The freedom of the fairway calls, Just be careful when you swing that iron, Don't knock the dimples off your balls. When moving from hole to hole, Be careful in you stride, No mulligan’s are allowed, for a haphazard swing, When you’re being watched, there's no place to hide, So be mindful of your surroundings, Don't pick up balls that are not yours, And above all else, remember this, Make sure you duck when you hear; "FORE" The answer is always NO, Until the question is asked. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo WTBAKELAR, I like this, it takes me back to when I worked at a big hotel. The boss loaned me clubs, and I got to play a few rounds. It was fun, I never hit anyone with my balls. Bobby |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"Don't knock the dimples off your balls." good advice  |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
a very insightful look at the whole golf scene, played it once or twice wasn't very success full at taking the swings, prob never found the hole. interesting write. RedStone |
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Billie Cullimore Member
since 2009-03-27
Posts 315 |
Hi! Love I'm glad you are getting out on the golf corse. Forrest and I have good clubs but we never seem to find the time to use them. I took lessions once, lot of good it did. I like your stile keep up the good work Mom |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Golf is the very best, without question, greatest waste of time ever invented. Why would anybody in their normal state of mind take a perfectly good piece of land that could be turned into a subdivision or industrial park, and plant it full of grass, sand holes, water traps and rough unusable plots, just to have people hit little balls from one side to another just to get them in a little hole, then pay people millions of dollars and make them sell Buicks and clubs and charge exorbitant fees to walk on the greens. Ya know, I just realized something, all the above doesn't matter when you get out there and forget all the problems and stress of your normal life, and get a hole in one. I need to go golfing, see ya later. Tracey |
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