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The Golf Ball

I am dimpled and solid

I wonder why I was chosen this round?

I hear a whoosh of speed and torque

I see 427 yards of lush fairway in front of me

I want to remain on a steady target

I am dimpled and solid

I pretend to disappear into the clouds

I feel the heavy strike of titanium

I touch the crisp bermuda grass on landing

I worry about the wind, water, sand, rough, etc.

I cry when I’ve dissapointed

I am dimpled and solid

I understand the love for me

I say go for it!

I dream to be placed beside the green jacket

I try to reflect happiness in those who I play with

I hope to make it home before par

I am dimpled and solid

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