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Comb In The Clubhouse
Author: gcpdguy  PM
Is it golf, or could it be something more?
Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 94 - Published: 09-13-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2719917
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Comb In The Clubhouse
Will I play 17 holes
Before I die?
The branches break
With no leaves to breathe
Just one leave left seething
Driving to the pole
I bide my shot
Biting my tongue on the fore
Before me, beyond me
After me
The course of my body
Riddled with the same query
And a hole
No luck or blood to flow
From any
So many
Too few
I thought I knew how
To play
But the wind, she
Laughs and loves
And I wait for her
Must I play
Seventeen holes?
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