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Apr 2015
A game of mini golf
between the tombstones
bouncing the ball off
the trellis archway
knocking into a tree trunk
on the perimeter
to put the ball  back into play

Greyish black
skeletons wielding
irons and woods
Their sunken eye sockets

A perfect place to insert golf *****
then they pop them out
grab them to their palm
slap them to their mouth
and **** them back
like  Jaw Breakers
Irving MacPherson
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