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Golf Luck

As a golfer I’m not one who cops the money;
 I shall always be a member of the dubs;
There are times my style is positively funny;
 I am awkward in my handling of the clubs.
I am not a skillful golfer, nor a plucky,
 But this about myself I proudly say–
When I win a hole by freaky stroke or lucky,
 I never claim I played the shot that way.
 
There are times, despite my blundering behavior,
 When fortune seems to follow at my heels;
Now and then I play supremely in her favor,
 And she lets me pull the rankest sort of steals;
She’ll give to me the friendliest assistance,
 I’ll jump a ditch at times when I should not,
I’ll top the ball and get a lot of distance–
 But I don’t claim that’s how I played the shot.
 
I’ve hooked a ball when just that hook I needed,
 And wondered how I ever turned the trick;
I’ve thanked my luck for what a friendly tree did,
 Although my fortune made my rival sick;
Sometimes my shots turn out just as I planned ‘em,
 The sort of shots I usually play,
But when up to the cup I chance to land ’em,
 I never claim I played 'em just that way.
 
There’s little in my game that will commend me;
 I’m not a shark who shoots the course in par;
I need good fortune often to befriend me;
 I have my faults and know just what they are.
I play golf in a desperate do-or-die way,
 And into traps and trouble oft I stray,
But when by chance the breaks are coming my way,
 I do not claim I played the shots that way.
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