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Recent ode from a defeated opponent who shall remain nameless:

"The Legend of Barefoot Dave"


It was just like any other day

But Barefoot came to play.

The breeze was swirling as he stood on the tee.

It was extra holes as it was destined to be.

He stood and stared at the test that he faced He put down a tee and his ball that he placed.

He looked at his ball

as a matador would a bull

Started his swing and he hit it full.

The ball flew high the ball flew true

It started from the black tee not the blue. 

It landed soft , like a butterfly with a flutter And waited for Barefoot to come with his putter.

He hit his putt, it wasn't far

It rolled with a purpose into the jar.

And an eagle roar rang from afar...

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