Rime not rhyme
¶ 1
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The first frost of autumn
delivers ahead of the postman –
a portent of a hard winter to come?
¶ 2
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I remember when
it was Lee
and not Jack
who sent shivers down my spine –
he was, perhaps
more balletic
than the poetic
Robert.
Defenders would freeze
as he chilled the senses
with his blistering speed.
¶ 3
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And occasionally he scored
for Chelsea
for Brentford
and for …
and for ….?
Alas, it’s not my memory that fails me
¶ 4
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For his flair
and his pace
must have thawed.
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