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| T'was a blithe day before last when the lady and I and Pops deigned to dust off our clubs and hit the links! |
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| The dainty little minx sat perched upon our conveyance without a care in the world… |
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| …so too did the lord of the manor, doffed in his gayest apparel. |
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| Though to suggest that anything about the lord's stature was gay in any way untoward would be akin to sacrificing one's head on the tee. (Not a becoming fate, to be sure.) |
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| The lady did not protest overmuch, but did place the ball not three paces from the hole where she doth indicate. (Beginner's luck.) |
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| Though her assets are many, the greatest of those were her chance findings of quite a bit of evidence bearing against a golfer's shame in the rough. (And a found quarter to boot!) |
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| And paying no heed to our errant orbs, the geese strode placidly by to a shadier spot. T'would seem it was us that provided the sport, and nature the audience. (A happy ending, regardless the score.) |
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