Kilmovee Shamrocks and me
¶ 1
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As the cold shirt slid down my back
I knew last night when Ii hit the sack.
that I would be wearin’ it so proud,
on that day with that wild wild crowd
¶ 2
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my club and I are so close right now,
when I go to training I look at the pitch and bow
championship football all the way,
I heard a man shout on that day
¶ 3
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as the sun shone into my eyes,
I could feel my whole game rise,
the team spirit so high, all the way
which has resulted in a Connacht final day
¶ 4
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I hope the next time i visit this site,
I can edit or maybe even re-write,
a Connacht title poem,
all the way from home
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