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Mar 31
Dare she lies
With a three inch putt
Tap in birdie
For sure
With a **** in her eyes
She looked askance
How can this be
It was a beautiful drive
Straight down the fairway
A pitch and a roll
Fortuitous is the bounce ...Β Β swing
Now standing abreast on the green
She takes the putter to bed
One under par

Logan Robertson

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Logan Robertson
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Logan Robertson  Anchorage
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