View from the Pitch
¶ 1
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From where I stand,
The sky is beautiful –
Hot blazing sun,
Sweet rain filled clouds
Or a night of twinkling stars –
But year after year,
I suffer such pain,
Trodden on by boots and studs,
Humans falling down injured,
Dug up and reseeded,
Being replaced or relaid.
But at last it’s the end of the season –
Oh no! Here’s the man with the spade!
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