Golf Limerick: I Know My Damn Ball is Somewhere

Losing a golf ball is frustrating at many levels.  Especially when you hit a tree and nobody saw the ball land, so nobody really knows quite where to look, like the golfer in this poem:

I know my damn ball is somewhere.
It can't just vanish into thin air!
I heard it hit wood --
I know.  Not good.
My game and this ground is "Under Repair".

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