In miniature:
An imitation, while far more personal,
Less in stature, and hardly to acclaim.
No less the glory, no less accomplishment;
I spotted as I played the game
That which I had lived my life by:
For always I was crafting, in my brain or otherwise,
Mine own original, with a new spin,
Sunk with the perfect shot into my goal
Of having my own world.
The passing sounds of time will yield
Whether or not this hubris is a negative.
Topic: Miniature Golf
Date: July 20
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