Bus Journey
¶ 1
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When a team wins a trophy they climb aboard
The bus which drives them around the city.
Streets are rich with an abundant hoard
So glad they’re not swamped with pity.
¶ 2
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The air is filled with colour and noise
Everyone staring at those in esteem.
Revelling in the ecstasies and joys
Of a triumphant football team.
¶ 3
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Together they celebrate in the glory
Etching their names in the heart of the club.
People can tell grandkids another story
Of how they cheered and laughed in the hub.
¶ 4
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Elsewhere another bus makes a trip
No players, no cup, just the usual load.
Could be different if their team hadn’t slipped
The trophy cabinet as empty as the road.
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