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Down The Rec

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He kicks the ball to Jamie, then runs over
to me.
‘Hey!’ he says; thumps my arm.
‘You gonna hang on?’
And, though I’m expected back,
it’s time for tea, and Mum will shout,
and slap the backs of my legs for being late,
I say: ‘Ok.’
‘Great.’
Then off he runs for his kick about
with Jamie Wilshire and Stephen Quinn.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 And, as I watch the sun getting lower
over the witches hat roundabout,
starlings gather round on trees.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/down-the-rec/