The perfect poet (as footballer)
¶ 1
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There’s poetry in his toes
Verse in his feet
A cadence to his canter
And purpose to his beat
¶ 2
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There’s a tempo to his torture
A rhythm in his running
An ode could explode
With a couplet to his cunning!
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