wounded in a war
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Drenched by smelly sweat, wetted by tears,
Fulham FC lies to rest at their cottage;
Forever, doomed, forever, gloom,
London , a dark vortex, waning.
Wounded wings, unable to flap,
Now, need mending;
Faded by pollens of the spring roses,
Fulham FC lies to rest at their cottage.
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