Magician
¶ 1
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One more run down the wing?
Not this time;
No legs left now.
The dribbles, the jinks,
Side steps and long balls,
The goals.
¶ 2
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No more pints in The Village,
The boutique now just a memory.
Saw you once in The Wagon,
A Gentleman.
¶ 3
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Old Trafford’s turf
Showcased an awesome talent.
The Pride of Belfast
Became a Son of Manchester.
¶ 4
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Fame and talent
Came with a price,
And Champagne Georgie paid top rates.
Illness, reputation.
I make no judgements.
¶ 5
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I simply remember
The pleasure
Of watching The Master at work.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The Magician
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