Gomes
¶ 1
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He lies there, unconscious
face down in the mud,
a crumpled wreck
his mouth oozing blood
six minutes of treatment
The Lane stands so silent
and all because players
are overly violent.
How many keepers
I’ve seen kicked in the head
then left to lie
left for dead.
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