The foe now lying at your feet Your goal in sight, The taste is sweet, You survived the ****** war Bury your foe with one stroke more He will not cry out in pain He suffers blows, does not complain But his revenge, his swordβs sharp cut Goes to your heart β as you miss the putt. pwl - 8/14/15
shot 93 this morning, watching PGA, had to write about golf. :) I don't like the title though - any suggestions?