Yet another Saturday with no football
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 GARDEN.
¶ 2
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GREEN
GRASS
MUST
WALK
PAST
BALL.
MUST
RE-SIST
URGE
TO
KICK
BALL.
MUST
FIN-ISH
CHORES.
OH
HOW
THE
BORES
WHO
HATE
OUR
GAME
MUST
REV-EL
IN
THIS
OUR
VOID
UN-TIL
ONCE
A-GAIN
WE
ARE
BUOYED
BY
THE
FIRST
MATCH
OF
THE
SEASON!
¶ 3
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CAN’T
WAIT!
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