Day’s over course closed
No balls lie in the fairways
Many in the rough
There they will remain
Till found by a sharp eyed hawk
To be played again
Some buy certain balls
They think that they are better
Only to lose them
Because, as it’s said
The best things in life are free
Some use only found
Losing one, weep not
There are thousands laying ‘round
Pick up another
Often what we need
Lies in our path as we walk
Look, then bend your back
Now here are eleven
It will be your starter set
Go find number twelve
Grandpa ‘09
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