Conceding
¶ 1
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I looked down and heard the away fans
Screaming and whooping with joy
Their players basking in the noise
Cries with a forceful echo of passion.
¶ 2
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Our goalkeeper looks into the distance
With hands on hips as his eyes roll
Progressing rivals leave us in the abyss
The season soon over, time to close.
¶ 3
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Few games to go and points must be racked
I hope the odds don’t get any more stacked.
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