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0-4

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Hands on hips
heads bent low
as early daffodils drenched in rain
the keeper sits in a pool of mud
with a look of disgruntlement etched
on his face & the ball nestled
in the net behind him
& you don’t know whether to laugh
or cry
or boot the goalpost.

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