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37323	nan	Poems on Golf			.txt	text/plain	11304	1136	95	The jointed club, whose balls invade the skies, Or round the green the flying ball you chase, The pond'rous club upon the ball descends, Balls, clubs, and men I sing, who first, methinks, Men play the game, the boys the clubs convey, Now, near the hole Sir David plays the odds; And makes him miss his putt; Baird holes the ball; But in!--at five yards, good, Clan holes the ball! Still the old hands at Golf delight to play-Is there an end to putters, clubs, and balls? Than ever man who play'd at Golf before: I've seen him play a better game, by Jove; Here, playing a good ball, perhaps it goes Like the glorious game of Golf, boys. So come and play at Golf, boys. So come and play at Golf, boys. So come and play at Golf, boys. In playing at the Golf, boys.	./cache/37323.txt	./txt/37323.txt