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Billy Liddellpool

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The loved man
Whose vigorous limbs
Moved with a sensual fever
Across the fertile turf
Eager to touch his golden boots
Ran off the beat and the breath
And the dreams of the passionate hearts
Gathered upon the terrace cathedral
Feeding glory to its youth
Ears ringing with the sound of applause
Not mobile phones.

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Notes

ParryMaguire (2004)

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/billy-liddellpool/