High Handicap When golfing together we band; With our sticks we traverse the land. But hit high or low, Just watch my ball go Towards woods, or water or sand. Submitted by: Robert G. Davies Robert welcomes your comments!
High Handicap
When golfing together we band; With our sticks we traverse the land. But hit high or low, Just watch my ball go Towards woods, or water or sand.
Submitted by: Robert G. Davies
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