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Palace of Tears
In the fanfare seasons when we get spoiled,
delight openly weeps.
A change from the usual stress attacks,
brought on by a lack of clean sheets.
Not a tin pot, or F.A. Cup,
or division won in years.
Disappointment sits, stares, and lingers
behind sunken red eyes and blue tears.
Elegantly euphoric promotions,
and grandiose upsets,
take centre stage with stella...
Sunday 3rd March 2024 10:44 am
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