A cursory ode on hearing the withdrawal of Gerrard and Dyer
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Minus two.
Thoroughbreds.
Certain starters.
Elusive darters.
Pin-point passers.
Ever so eager.
Without them,
our chances meagre.
Their exclusion,
an intrusion,
into our hopes
and dreams.
Such sad verses.
Curses.
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