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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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