Where There’s Life There’s Hope
¶ 1
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We’re not very consistent,
We win, we lose, we draw.
The only thing that’s certain is
We’re never true to form.
¶ 2
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The other night at Turf Moor,
We somehow lost three-two.
Yet next home game at Goodison,
Contrived to beat Man U!
¶ 3
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We’re like some punch-drunk boxer,
Knocked back against the ropes,
The Drop is a real prospect,
Survival a slim hope.
¶ 4
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No-one can tell what lies ahead,
Not even Nostradamus.
The only thing that can be said is:
“Dum spiramus speramus.”
¶ 5
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10/4/22
Denys E. W. Jones
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