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Titleist and Socrates (Free verse) by MacFrantic He shot a sixty-two on Sunday without a driver
Because he was sure he didn't know anything
About golf or any other game
For that matter
He marked his ball with an olive leaf
All the while sporting a toga
Courtesy of Reebokâ¢
It was all over the news
"Socrates defeats Tiger"
A grueling test for any man and
The highest ratings
Any U.S Open has ever seen
With all the excitement
All the publicity and fanfare
No one ever stopped to ask what Plato thought
But then again... he's only the caddy
Up the ladder:
Hoodwinked
Down the ladder:
Family Tree
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Posted: June 29, 2004 1:08 AM PDT; Last modified: June 29, 2004 1:08 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.537883 Overall Rank: 2564 Comments:
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Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.205.144
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29-Jun-04/9:51 AM
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Fun to imagine as one reads, sees the threesome walking along, the caddy asking question after question while Tiger gets annoyed and Ari smiles at his old teacher's complete lack of golf etiquette.
Somewhere, sometime, somehow Dudley Moore just queefed.
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