She Could Have Been A Contender

I don’t think I’ve ever written, about my Linda’s golf prowess;
Playing since a teenager, she ranks among the best!
Her swing is smooth and flawless, her balls go arrow straight;
She might have turned professional, and with destiny had a date!
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But in the sixties, it was not lucrative, so she selected another course;
For her mastery with numbers, she chose Accounting over gorse!
Yet I know deep down inside her, something gnaws about her past;
Did she make the right decision, or did she give up golfing way too fast!
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Instead of Lopez, it could have been Gordon, becoming world renowned;
I guess she’ll never know the answer, and she will ever be confound!
But she will always be “My Champion”, I scored a “Hole In One”;
The first night that I met her, and our enchanted lives begun!
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                                 Fore your love I live
                          I’m like putter in your hands
                                 Each round ecstasy