Not the Tiger - A New Age Parable and another Tiger, Tiger golfing poem Tiger, tiger ball in flight Down the fairway, out of sight. Arcing high above the trees, Hit with grace from yonder tee. To reach the green on such a drive Would be the dream of man alive. If only true or yet begun The ball should land a hole in one! What the glory, what the sound, The crowd will roar and cheers abound, When through the air, thy ball shall fly To break a window way up high? Crash and shatter, smash the glass, 200 yards down fairway grass. Applause recedes and stares go round; You've reached your peak, a golfing clown! next year, he vowed to improve... voyager
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