On this Blog, for the past three weeks, I have published four line golf poems with a similar characteristic: the last word of the third line is the same as the first word of the fourth line.
That’s Golf
Step up to the ball
Stance just so wide
Swing with abandon
Abandon your pride.
Reality
To the first tee
With the driver you trust
Follow your plan
Plan to adjust.
Thoughts
Game under water
Voices of dread
Running on empty
Empty your head.
I’ve written one more that is relevant but not limited to golf.
Gift Horse
When favored by luck
Don’t take a pass
Find the next step
Step on the gas.
Leon S White, PhD
Golf Course of Rhymes 
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