Fog
¶ 1
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Fog: smearing and smudging
The roads and terraces
Blurring the distinctive blue sky
¶ 2
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(Standing in the Anfield shop
Listening to the game being stopped
All because of bloody fog)
¶ 3
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Slumping out, I navigate south
But then I stop amidst the fog;
To laugh at the scenario.
¶ 4
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Eleven hours of foot to the floor
Nose pressed against the window
All for the sake of a new silk tie
And a tacky football calendar.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 At least we didn’t lose.
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