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Never Giving Up

Never Giving Up

i suppose

to the outward eye

i’m just out there

hitting golf balls

in the early morning

light

day after day

chipping

and pitching

and putting

in the heat

in the wind

in the rain

in the cold

taught myself

the short game

without a lesson

pros tried to teach me

irons and driver

but it didn’t stick

still struggle on the range

but the short game

is all mine

and somewhere

out there

in the repetition

and rhythm

and feeling

blisters and Band-Aids

i found

myself

once more

TL

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