lucky chelsea
¶ 1
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Bent double like a beggar
Under sacks of his own money
It aint funny
Said Benitez
They’re such cheaters
Robben us of our broken pride
In the bitter wake
Of the lions’ mauling.
¶ 2
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The professionally foul smell
Corrupts my brain again.
What kind of sport is this?
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