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Denis Law

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 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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