Pink Glasses, thin
¶ 1
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Pink glasses, thin, the red shirt too long
he served
sauntered casually, struck the mud-blob ball
scored
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a clot of boys surrounded him
grinning
in the frost air, puffing out congratulations
whooping
¶ 3
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Saint Peters had never lost
a final
Ever-present, name etched on the cup
each year
¶ 4
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Johnnie spun, side-stepped the wing half
deftly
saw him drifting, gangly tin-ribbed poacher
crossed
¶ 5
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pink glasses, thin, the red shirt too long
he jumped
pale brow flicking the lead-dead leather in
to win
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