Slowly dripping down,
and sliding off your face.
Showing all your fear,
as your heart begins to race.
You search for the break,
looking at the slope.
You just can't figure it out,
and you've lost all hope.
You talk to your caddy,
he's stumped to.
So you go with your gut,
since there's nothing better to do.
You let the ball go,
rolling down the green.
Praying for a miracle,
you start to cringe and lean.
But then it falls,
right down the cup.
So like Tiger Woods,
you do a fist pump.
You're still in shock,
it just can't be true.
But time to forget it,
now onto number two.
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