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Whiff
If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing balls and blaming it on fate
If you can trust the swing your partner doesn't rate
but make allowance for their whingeing too
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting
or stymied by bad breaks don't blame the lie
or being baited, don't give way to baiting
and yet never give up and always try
If you can treat that birdie and the bogey
with equal grace and don't excite the heart
or play Adonis or rank and file old fogey
and live the role and act the part
then all golf's splendour will surely come
and what's more you'll be a golfer my son
poem
by
Kris Viscardini
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