LOSING TO PLYMOUTH
¶ 1
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You’d never been to a live game,
you said
so I chose the Plymouth match
(three easy points to get you started).
¶ 2
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We scored the first goal and the last.
Pity,
about the five they scored in-between
(yes, I know I look down-hearted).
¶ 3
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On the way out, you tried to console me;
all feminine,
and unsure of what to say-
(Come on now, no point dwindling on the past).
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And at least we saw a lot of goals!
You surmised
as I cast you the coldest glance
(reflecting how your first game would be your last).
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