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Counting Down To The Hour

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The hour draws ever near
Throats find it hard to swallow
Swift rises in tension and fear
No longer time to wallow.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 That can all come later
If we fall apart tonight
The cup to make us greater
A win and its in our sight.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The line-ups yet to be known
The enemy they want to surprise
On a battleground to hone
Skills that demand cries.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The run has already started
Giants are neck and neck
Neither goes in half-hearted
All hands are on deck.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Electric air and shockwaves
Tearing through the turf
Shooting, hidden in this cave
That glitters the football surf.

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Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/counting-down-to-the-hour/