If Messi Played for Burnley Fc
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What poetry would pour
From gilded boots
Flashing like blades
Vibrant the pulse thudding
With a slow moving seduction of senses
Betwixt steaming pies and mushy peas
Whilst the doppelgängers of football
Gather in the backyard terraces
Their lives unrecorded
But whose restless ghosts
Still rattle bones
In the songs of youth….
And Messi
The ‘Little Magician’
A silent star in his solitary space
Conjuring such alchemy
If the Lion of Barca
Would find a home with the Turf
Turning water into claret!
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