golfball

He waits for his day to come
When he gets picked
He gets cleaned and shined
Now he's sitting on his stool
For which he rests on so little
His white coat shining in the sun
He soon will take flight
For one day he will hope to be
An eagle or maybe a birdie
But for now he lays on his back
In the ground below
He tries again but just can not get
In to the sky above
Now he hurts on many sides
Thanks to that stupid metal club





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