This Football Thing
¶ 1
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Can’t all be champagne
and laughter and roses.
Late to complain
about after it closes,
Like rain in the summer,
’twas best in small doses,
this football thing I had with you
¶ 2
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When we met the supply
fell far short of demand.
You could send me so high
with a touch, make me stand,
but then you’d barely try
or it seemed over-planned,
this football thing I had with you
¶ 3
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This football thing
doesn’t need a correction,
or modification,
or closer inspection.
Some things aren’t candidates
for resurrection,
A soldier can never live down
his defection.
¶ 4
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From the time that we met
‘til we formed our own band,
the wish of each other:
our every command,
but those vows were goodbyes
before we’d understand
this football thing I had with you.
¶ 5
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We’re past shedding tears,
and we’re past getting nervous.
It won’t bear a monument’s
weight, or a service.
Enough that we sang once
and somebody heard us,
this football thing I had with you.
¶ 6
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You kept playing but sky
never quite touched the sand
or this football thing I had with you.
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