Saturday Insanity
¶ 1
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It’s insanity
Madness
Sitting here
The rain
Hammering
Down
Drenched
This cold
Wind
From the
Arctic north
Cutting
Through me
Like a
Dull knife
Dipped in
Dry ice
¶ 2
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On the field
Boredom
Waterlogged
Millionaires
Kicking
Splashing
Sluggishly
Pacing up and
Down the
Green lake
¶ 3
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Better to just
Get up
Get out
Go
Shake the chill
Dry off
In a pub
¶ 4
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But
Oh!
What a run!
What a pass!
From midfield
Wide left
Darting run
Down the
Middle
Right boot
Meets
Spinning ball
Magic!
Diving, no
Flying keeper
Fingertips
But no,
GOAL!!!
¶ 5
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May as well
Sit down
Wet anyway
The sun is
Threatening
Too
¶ 6
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What else
Is there to do
On a
Saturday
Afternoon?
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