Over Milked Words
¶ 1
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With a purpose, we sing
To you strangers …
Just to ensure
That we, loyal men
Glorify our stars –
Goals roared, wins sealed, points peeled, titles totalled.
Hark: we trumpet our team,
From salmon like striker, to leaping keeper
We look, for the imaginative spark
That lights our lives
And begins a flood
From fêted figurehead
To fearsome fulsome forwards
Midfield and mercenaries stream
Over defences half asleep
Fleecing other hallowed forms
Inducing wails with our swarms
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