Ode to Eric Cantona
¶ 1
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Eric by name
exciting by nature,
but above all creative through the spirit.
¶ 2
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Enough so to have an army
follow him through the battalions
of confused referees and officials.
¶ 3
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How I’ll weep the day you depart,
my eyes no longer rumpled
by your sheer magical flicks.
¶ 4
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The ground is left unharmed.
The turf has lost its predator.
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