Face of Vivian Woodward, Footballer
¶ 1
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Vivian’s face, the ace who stares a world away from home
France and sin and all things in the past he made to roam
In old long sleeves he weaves to charm a sprint across the pitch
Ball to foot-laced feet to greet a chance to scratch the itch
¶ 2
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Vivian’s people come from here and there and far and wide
The factory cap and gentleman claps the hero, now allied
Vivian raises palm and calmly sanctifies the game
Star and artist true, with hissing net he signs his name
¶ 3
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Vivian’s eyes as sharp exact an angle to the post
Judge the moment just to know the act he loves the most
Big defender chase to end another run at goal,
Left behind another blinder Cup-tie kind of shoal
¶ 4
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29 in 23 and gold from other deeds
Hauls in fours and threes and twos and not for money needs
I would you wore the nine today as destiny races to us
I would that I could meet you in the winds that history blew us
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