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JUST FOLKS n I JO I L Copyright 1032 by Edgar A. A Guest A GOLF BALL TALKS TALES The little golf ball on the tee Looked up and said these things to mo me Why do you jou ou wiggle so 60 and twist And set your teeth and clinch your fist 1st And dive ive and lunge and blindly strike When you may take what time you like Since from from this spot I cannot go Until you choose t to launch the blow Im Tm fixed I cannot dodge or stir Then why the haste to club me sir And why that dismal look of fear Are you afraid I wont won't be here If you more slowly should proceed You'll calmly clip cUp a growing weed The passing summer breezes sway But here Immovable I stay What is it makes you lift our head And what about me mc do you dread I do not bite or oz scratch with claws Im I'm quite content to serve your cause So viciously at me you whack i I think you fear I may strike back In all the years youve you've tried to play Youve You've never seen me run away J So still upon the ground I sit Ill I'll vow I am not hard to hit But you look down on me with eyes In which the light of horror lies You grunt and groan and fume and fret Lunge hastily and quite forget That you may take what time you OU will And I shall here be waiting still V |