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I saw the ball,
About to fall
It fell, and came in his control.
The forward thundered down the pitch,
The ball well in his control,
He beat three men without a hitch,
And scored a perfect goal.
But no one cheered the silly clot,
He’d done an awful crime,
The silly forward had forgot,
They'd changed ends at Half Time. |
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