Leftie
¶ 1
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Much fabled and elusive,
the cultured left foot,
a worn cliche,
or otherwise put,
a winger or forward –
a scorer of goals,
left-footers belong up front,
shattering souls.
But I’m a leftie,
yet I’m not on the wing,
with my lack of pace,
that would be a sin.
My left foot,
could murder my right,
but even so,
it ain’t a breathtaking sight.
We left-footers aren’t all good,
some of us are mediocre,
some of us just plain rubbish…
… some of us even play in goals!
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