A Heavy Metal

Tee it up High, watch it Fly.Up into a clear Blue Sky.The Sound of the Ping, a beautiful Ring. Three hundred and Fifty yards along the Bay, of Silky Green Fairways.Now for my Chip on, it rolls on. As smooth as Slate, a Birdie so Great.Not my First, not my Last, Just a lot of memories of the Past.A Beautiful Course with many Features, Nature at its Best, you may even see some Creatures that impress.Don’t be left sitting on the Bleachers.Rip it and Grip it, Hear the ping and let Freedom Ring.

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