Grow as a tree but stick with Cobra's chrome
Flow as Nickel Creek, these my reasons why:
Drive'n off the tee is the quickest root home
I wish you out of the woods, the club's try
Find in your past a game of lost and found
Might as well be dream'n lest you hear a snore
Time comes at you fast, try to slow it down
One chip to the green'n she's on the dance floor
Find your roots but the capable break free
The story's weave'n is pretty far out
Mind the woods, but escape their lunacy
One putt to break ev'n, a nifty par out.
The myth behind the trees takes quite the toll
Take risks on your leave, with higher stakes next hole.
*It becomes more free-verse-Iam-Pent near the end. For funs.
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