BECKHAM’S FREE KICK BRINGS ENGLAND INTO THE WORLD CUP
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The English fog sets in the sky.
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For qualification
in front of the blue forest
Beckham has taken
the Excalibur sword
out of the stone and the steel
shines on his leg.
¶ 3
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While he awaits
the whistle of hostilities
in the forest he sees
blue Greek shadows
following every rose
that attempts to bloom alone.
¶ 4
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When the whistle sounds
one only darkness awakes
breaking the tombstone
built 9 meters in front–
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His saber caresses
a silver bent in the sky
glittering a plated path
through out the day:
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The ball daring dawn
ran atop the perfect depth
hacking the bay and ward
and slashing the jugular of the net.
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The goal bleeds.
Like dying inertia
Greek navy shadows
are turned to ghosts.
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One only rosebush
of many Britain buds
blooms on the field:
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Unbent, an English vapor ship
sails across the grandstands.
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