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Golden

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Last season I was awful
So I practised
I practised in sun, rain and un-seasonal snow
Through late spring, summer and early autumn
I practised shooting, passing and tackling
Watched the leaves turn brown and begin to fall
Now it’s the first game of the season
In dull muddy September
But I have scored and everything is golden

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/golden/