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Jul 2019
He must have been in his 80s
wading around in the tall
grass looking for a golf ball
he had hit from an adjacent,
manicured, soccer pitch.

The Jack Russell he trained
as his boomerang courier,
was making no progress.

" He's lost his sense of smell,
   the old man announced "

I was rather thinking, that he
found his sense of self esteem.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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