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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.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
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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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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
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