20 October 2012
Oh how I have missed, These fairways of green. The crisp morning air, Ponds like a screen. Although my score, Will be a disaster. The walk and the freedom, Feels like a big plaster. So here's to the golfers, Who trouble and toil. Lets hope that my swing, Hasn't gone of the boil!
FORE!!!!!!!!
Fairways Of Green • Opuss № I