Dreamer
¶ 1
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Barely a touch, they need to feel.
Over they roll with a yelp and squeal.
Rather embarrassing, I have to say.
But I guess, that’s just footy today.
¶ 2
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Stopping play with an injury to feign.
What became of the beautiful game?
I recall players being sporting men.
No need to dive or cheat to rob a Pen.
¶ 3
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Took a foul with the shake of a hand.
The most beautiful game in the land.
But now the game is ugly and scarred.
Beyond saving for me, forever marred.
¶ 4
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‘Win at all costs’ doesn’t appeal to me.
But in football now, that’s all I can see.
Ok, call me a ‘dreamer’ I like it that way.
But football to me, has sadly had its day.
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