Frankie, my dear
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of all the goals
in all the towns
in all the world
you had to score into ours
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it just had to be scripted
the inevitability
so obvious
as soon as he crept into the box
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wearing blue
but a different hue
it hurts
as much as it shocks
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oh how JT tried
with a trademark slide
to execute
one of his quality blocks
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but at least his ol’ mucker
did not pucker
to kiss the crest
or beat his chest
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although that goal
on the whole
left us deflated –
he never celebrated
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though that’s his job
he closed his gob
knowing
it left us in a jam…
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yet he cared
enough to be spared
because Frankie my dear….
we do give a damn!
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