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Jan 10
They walk through the shaded  tunnel,  
   with an echoing snare of studs.  
   Media sponsors adorning their shirts,    
     the ball bounces with pendulous thuds.    

    Then into the sunlight with a silent roar!    
A ticker-tape snowstorm of shame,
for the children watching, with their programs and scarf’s,
life can never be the same.

A dysfunctional society fills the stands,
and wait for the ref with a coin to spin,
doesn’t matter which end , or even which side kicks off?
There has never been a registered win.
Pointless conflict and fear
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