For Whom The Ball Rolls…
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Like a drum beating
The heart between ribs thumps
And recalls its better moments
When it raced at the sight of brilliance
Upon a football pitch
Tho’ bodies dust
The names like songs
Remain the same
The teamsheet starts
With Best and Moore
Yet Heaven reserves a place
Perhaps
Upon the bench
For us all.
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