Immortal Football
¶ 1
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In vast shipwrecks of seasons dreams
Amidst the noise of fans who scorn
The overpriced and misplaced signs
When boots of better days were born
¶ 2
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Our sense of joy of fleeting runs
Those hazy mazy wingers brimmed
And bossed midfield our favourite sons
We smiled beguiled and paid a flim
¶ 3
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We note our scenes our glory days
Of cups and leagues and derby duels
We dream as kings on paupers pay
And give the world to beat the blues
¶ 4
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The fizzing football scorched the grass
Like Roman candles hopes they shine
The pace picks up pass move and pass
But hopes soon dashed – results unkind
¶ 5
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Endure in shadows steadfast how
Desire for badge and sweat for shirt
Rise like bread but ever know
That football gods are dust to earth.
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