Thanksgiving
¶ 1
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Bittersweet to see something created
improved by those who take it up,
know too well English men who have waited
almost fifty years for their next Cup.
Give one a nod for this pastime
our grandchildren will play years from now
and, when “God Save The Queen” plays the last time,
his next beer for once showing us how.
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