Enough
¶ 1
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The season ticket spins
Through the chill frosty air
A carefully flighted cross
Of pain, disgust and despair
¶ 2
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Vouchers of hope
Torn from the start
Pages of patience
Ripped from its heart
¶ 3
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Battered now and lost
The book is worth – nowt
So the fan just turns away
And at half time, walks out
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