George Best

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The Belfast Boy
Whose warm heart
Poured rich blood
Into those beautiful limbs
Vibrant with a subtle grace
That did not flinch
Did not rehearse
This mother’s son
The first of God’s 11
Running without script
On the road home…



Parry Maguire (2004)

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