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I’m stood in The Slug and Lettuce
Up the Junction yesterday afternoon.*
When out of the corner of my eye
On one of the huge plasma’s
I note Ireland are beating Scotland
8 points to nothing in The Rugby.
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Later on same day, a pal of mine,
Who’s been lying in a coma
Since the end of October,
Seems to vaguely recognise me, and squeeze my hand gently,
As I pay him a visit in hospital.