Sunday morning Dawns
¶ 1
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Sunday morning dawns,
Glum as the face of Adrian Chiles,
Note the familiar worried look of Gary Lineker
Trying to console a nation of Gascoignes
Trying to regain possession.
¶ 2
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Dispossessed,
We have lost possession
Of our fate
Only a miracle now…
Only a rampaging run, a predatory strike
By a Hurst, Lineker, or Charlton…
¶ 3
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But what is now left
This morning
What is left this morning
Of that vanishing line?
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