Close Encounter.
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Asked to play out on the wing down The Den
Greavsie uttered, “Nah, sorry boss, never again
Been here before, couple a times in The Cup
Bleating dockers trying a kick me, tripping me up
I’ve played centre forward here, ever since…then”.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Peace.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Stay sage. Bode well.
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