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The Unrequited Love of Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Sweet the old dreams
That linger in silence and shadow
So many moons that sailed
The cloudless ocean
My old nights washed away
Red wave upon each wave
Standing terrace warm scarf
Frozen toes and frozen fingers
But still the songs found freedom
Met with the skies dipping down low
Mud on studs and tackles flying
Crunching bones and meatless pies
Bovril gravy ‘ard as “Smithy”
Golden days, now I realise.

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