TREASURE (National)
¶ 1
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what is this game if so upright
we have no chance to think and write
¶ 2
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no chance to comment cry or plea
at something held so seriously
¶ 3
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no time to turn at Zola’s glance
and watch his feet how they can dance
¶ 4
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no time to see when seasons pass
how poetry is formed on grass
¶ 5
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no time to see by stark floodlight
teams full of stars like Rome by night
¶ 6
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no time to shout in some cold stand
at some cool bloke on forty grand
¶ 7
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no time to watch in smokey bars
these namby-pamby superstars
¶ 8
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no time to wait-til our words can
enrich a game-people began
¶ 9
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a poor game this if ruled by money
we have no time to just be funny
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