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Leaden skies oppress the day,

Poisoning the colour of the Downs,

Deadening the landscape, where the sounds

Of feral winds sweep from the bay.

The pub is full of fucking fans

Heaving their abuse at players - who

Remain oblivious - as if they knew

Better after sixteen cans.

Is this world passing us by,

Its dull depression draining all of hope,

Leaving us with little faith or scope

For any change, before we die?

Brian Hick November 2014

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