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Croats and now Belgium Spear England From Behind

England you had your chance to dance on soccers biggest stage with France you had your chance to advance but you fell to Croatia's lance how two stricken spears quelled the romance and now cinderellas laugh at your trance as a sorry Big Ben now sits in a prance while the Croats sip your tea and perchance To continue. Oh, my. Now Belgium takes third in your belly up dance You reign now like a fish at the surface with its sad eyes askance Where did it all go Big Ben, the spirited stance Sigh. To wait four years lost to be tickled with waning happenstance Logan Robertson 7/12/2018
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logan-robertson
Anchorage
Published
Jul 12, 2018
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18·109
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The writer joins all the other England fans in the losses.

To continue.

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#worldcupsoccer#rhyme
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