Stamford Bridge. West London. 1964.
¶ 1
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Crossing
Live railway tracks
Scurrying kids
Would bunk in for free
To a match
At The Bridge.
¶ 2
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Envious and frightened,
Admiring their guile
Our bunk in comprised
Two kids
Squeezing through
On a click of the turnstile.
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