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Paul McCutchen's avatar

There used to be a senior that taught her dog to fetch the golf balls that hit her house or landed in her yard. The little dog would retrieve them, put them in a bucket then receive a treat. When the golfer would ask about the ball she would just say she didn't see it. Her theory was that they needed to work on their slice and since they didn't know where the ball was it was supposed to be a one stroke penalty. What about the golf balls? She and her friends would play, and she would divide them up between her friends. One of her friends said that they never had to buy balls while she was playing.

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Jane Deegan's avatar

There are people around us that sell the golf balls that land in their yards. Fair game! Luckily we don't get too many

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Anil Talwar's avatar

It’s okay to feel this way, sometimes the ache to escape isn’t about leaving, it’s about longing for a pause inside yourself. Even if you drove to the sea or the forest, the gentleness you’re craving might already be waiting quietly within you.

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Ken Macko's avatar

That forest thing sounds pretty darn good right about now.

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Jane Deegan's avatar

I hear ya!

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C.J. Heck's avatar

I like this. I'm an old lady, too, Jane.

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Jane Deegan's avatar

I feel like that cartoon woman some days. She's kind of a badass though

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C.J. Heck's avatar

That’s one good reason I liked our poem, Jane. I love being a badass if the situation calls for it (hee hee hee)

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Jane Deegan's avatar

It does!!!

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C.J. Heck's avatar

💕😊

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Jane Deegan's avatar

It's ok to speak up and it's ok to feel frustration as well.

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