Rory
You won’t comprehend him, golf eludes you
Boxing art thou, move quick
Now is not the time, try though, try
Tiger who
Swing a key
Meaning in peril
Release me
I don’t understand
Flight that I can make
castles finds us
bar handle my take
lies define us
Rory my maker
Tiger in his wake
Life awakens in him
Rivals every call
You never saw it
I did
poem by Andrew Horsey
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