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Feb 2019
This is such a trivial game,
Kick the sphere again and again,
Grass stains and next day joint pain,
Yellow and Red squares dictate the calmness of play.

CEO wages to do this all day,
Makes the mind boggle how much the first team is paid,
Owned by the men with most expensive pieces of paper,
Football players are modern day gladiators.

Celebrate! The ***** flown through three sticks,
Let’s get rowdy and call the opposing fans ******!
Written by
Ben Tol  21/M/London
(21/M/London)   
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