so tall grass up to my knee
i wade for my ball could be
there's that fear of snake
lounging ready to give a bit
so i push grass with my club
hoping snake will see and flea
i didn't find my balls today
lucky for those who could see
but there were times i find
more than i lost; that's fair
i mostly throw some to fairway
maybe somebody will put in play
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