Denis Law
¶ 1
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The natural freedom
Whose wise limbs
Came to life
As the King who rained
Over defences with his fingers
Digging deep into sleeve-ends
The skinny frame
Quicker than a cat on heat
Twisting like spaghetti
Wrapped around a fork.
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