The SW6 Relegation Sonnet 2014
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The last game played, the chances gone-
Lost points in freezing winter rain
-The less to base our dreams upon-
have come to haunt us once again.
The tickets bought, now counterfoils,
Lie listless ‘twixt the empty rows
While outside, Haynes, who knew such toils
Seems to strike a sadder pose.
Tear down the placards, the saddest task,
The names replaced by lesser foes,
The question begs – but dare we ask
Can we still beat the best of those?
We can but wait while fate unfolds
To wonder what the future holds…
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