The Scapegoat.
¶ 1
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I dreamt I met Jeff Astle
In a wood as he kicked leaves
” If that chance came again, I’d bury it” he said
Then disappeared amongst the trees
¶ 2
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Winners parade
Whilst scapegoats are made
Fate had a hand in the choosing
Never was there ever a truer statement made
Than”There’s a fine line between winning and losing”
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