Sonnet 94 Minute
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So did our World Cup hopes hasten towards their end,
Each hope changing place with the despair that went before,
And in sequent toil all England’s forwards did contend,
But in the final minute Beckham’s shot did bend and soar,
And Teuton hopes did crash beyond all mend,
And while we all our bobble hats do doff,
The Teutons contemplate a play-off.
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