One Day.
¶ 1
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One day, I tell myself,
One day.
The Black and white ribbons
will flutter aloft.
Attatched to some iconic silverware.
In some far distant stadium.
In London or elsewhere.
One day, I tell myself,
One day.
How many will come close,
to soaking up the noise,
as glistening in the sun
or lights,
or pouring rain.
One day I tell myself.
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