FOR SOME SEASONS NOW
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for many weeks
the labour of the birth of goals
( or is it scoring ? )
has been prolonging
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I have watched
old penalties
scored ( or is it converted ? ) in matches
surrender to re-birth ( or is it death ? )
within few or more minutes
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living players ( or is it strikers ? )
resurface more hastily
than dying ones ( or are they aging ? )
who pawn
old styles
quickly
as if they wanted to repay debt
with goals
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