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LIBERTÉ, EGALITÉ, JULES RIMET.

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Soccer’s like a baroque poem
of players you have a gem
of a rose, for the rest
you sort out a petal best

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 the linear, dewy morn
than after a long, dry, circling
time, by the rootstock shaking
(oh the athletics of the thorn!) ,

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 unless a rumble of war
red or whatever flags
bawdy or moral tags
darken the lucky star.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/liberte-egalite-jules-rimet/