071010a When Legs Stop Walking Poem by Manonton Dalan
071010a When Legs Stop Walking
pitcher of cold bubbling brew
welcome group to post game
where they tell their prowess
in unforgiving fairways & green
i myself i go with bites on wings
mild to taste, crispy finger licking
i'm thankful, wind stop blowing
clubs getting heavy; i'm sweating
still exciting but heat take some
i rather be sitting here listening
enjoying my free lunch for winning
who knows next time i'm paying
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