The Ghosts From the Playground
¶ 1
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The mistimed tackles
Against static walls
A punctured ball blasted
Somewhere over the railings
It was only yesterday surely
¶ 2
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Grazed knees
Cut and bloodied
Well earned scars when I was
Goal King then Bobby Moore
Cruyff turning The Kaiser conjures
The passionate object
The sublime force
¶ 3
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Goals lapped my boots
A football ocean
Forged my name immortal
Found my home
Within this park.
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