Claret’s Season Sweet now Sour
¶ 1
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The death rattles coil around the terrace
Yet slicing through the East wind a yearnful
“Come On Burnley” in defiance of a
Script writ for tragedy
A stage set for the sacrificial body
As Eagles exits ‘neath Faustian frowns
Fixated on the Laws of survival.
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