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Pathetic (in)Fallacy

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Reading in the shade beneath the apple tree,
Each branch and bough defined by crisp-cut shadow,
(As is each mossy, mouldering gravestone,
In the valley of the shadow of death)
Searching for a Saturday Zen moment,
But pre-occupied by a football game,
Swindon versus Brentford, 15 miles away:
And in the graveyard I watch the spring-time Bees,
And I think I know what all this means.

3 bees = 3 brentford goals; only 1 robin.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/pathetic-infallacy/