Best Soccer Poems

Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning,
I hog a whole house on Boston's
"hardly passionate Marlborough Street,"
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I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
And popular.
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They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.
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Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
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Apprehension of the unknown,
In the atmosphere of bar room tension,
Men sitting on long stools, with no time for fools,
On the counter, pint glasses full and half full,
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I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
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Away from everyday chaos
Where time flew in a blur
From mundane endeavours
Caging our souls
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She gets out there and hustles
She does her very best
It’s all about the teamwork
And winning is her quest
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Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches,
repeats old news: arrogance, ignorance, war.
A cinder-block wall shared by two houses
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You can take your golf and the rolling greens
You tennis with manicured courts neat and clean
Your soccer, your swimming, your basketball scene -
None measure up to............FOOTBALL!
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We chased
yesterday’s news

all over
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Of course
those who are standing at the top of the stairs
know
they know everything
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A clock
...ticks.

A vase
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after practice: right foot
to left foot, stepping forward and back,
to right foot and left foot,
and left foot up to his thigh, holding
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The £10,000 a week defender can’t quite
catch the £20,000 striker who's got
the ball at his nimble, expensive feet, the stadium yelling
fit to raise the roof – what does he do? why,
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War is a bleeding game of dice

Soccer: played without a goal post
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I played goalkeeper.
I coached high school soccer teams:
I lost interest.
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I came to the cemetery in the hazy heat of autumn,
where the crosses creak as they split,
to my grandmother-Maria Iosefovna-
and bought flowers at the gate.
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Ron, you were to me all a brother could be,
your friendship and memory will always be a part of me. The happy days we spent together are gone, forever lost in time,
but the memories will linger, they will always be mine.
When I was young you used to take me to the flicks, on our way home you would buy me fish and chips, and Ron the times you fixed my tie for school
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The deafening roars
Promising faces chanting ‘Singapore, Singapore, Singapore'
Was the acute scene
At the National Stadium where matches to be seen
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You were not called for your service,
As you were already retired
From Thai Navy;
But your conscience,
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friendly and kind
was murdered in the
parkade of the suburban mall
when the thug assaulted the
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They left before the end
The game is not for over
They had to leave the field
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What a wild wind today
in Wimbledon Park,
80 mph they say,
mischievous, shameless,
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For most of us in Kerala,
soccer is our religion, nothing less;
do not dare to argue with us on
our soccer heroes, you risk your life!
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You are a great friend
A best friend
I’ll be there when the tears start to fall
And the rays of sunshine hits
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Your days are spun with a golden thread and lots of fun,
You have an engaging smile like the natural warmth of the sun,
The light of your constant energy with your active mind so bright
In the darkness you shine like a lone spotlight,
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So this was it. I'd passed through years ago
as a hitch-hiker, spinning out our 25 pounds
max allowance, over three hot weeks of France
until I was sick of tough-skinned monster tomatoes
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What a great day for me today
Everything were fine I felt terribly happy
My girlfriend confessed that she loves me
I hold my cup and drink my green tea
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Her map of the world is different than mine
there is no north south east or west
everything is centered in Middle-Earth
and all things had some similar priority.
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KIck me again
And watch me deflate-
A once new soccer ball
Promised fair play,
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My PH friends and other members:

Unfortunately PH 'chooses' to SOMETIMES make it impossible [FOR ME AT LEAST] to submit a poem comment to show up on a poem's page. BUT Bri has some tricks up his (my)sleeve to pass along to you all:
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So they burged in,
In a house in Richardsbay.
Tiptoeing like cats,
Armed to the tooth.
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Arthel,
Tonight, I'm thinking of you,
Soft music fills the air,
And as tears fills my eyes,
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The paths of bricks and stones surround my city life
The cold of winter could not touch me still on the Cheragi Hill
No smoldering or bonfire I need here to warm my skin
Less time I watch the TV program, not fond of the world soccer
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My mom is very sweet and always caring.
She worries about me when I am in school.
She makes sure that I get where I am going
On time so that I don't feel like a fool.
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Today’s News said fans tore a referee to pieces.
I wonder if they tore..... along the ref’s creases.

But it wasn’t just random fanatic-fan strife,
since the ref first killed the fans’ player..... with a knife.
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I learned not only from those
who brightly beam out of golden frames,
but from everyone whose ID photo
didn't come out quite right.
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a ball lover
is our god
a soccer player
he is
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(Grand Evangelical Mission,10th of May 2009, Agro Football Field, Davao City, commemorating the 123rd birth anniversary of Ka Felix Y. Manalo, God's last messenger)


Throngs of believers and non-believers
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I found you at an early age
Took you under my wings...
My joy, my love, is you
Nothing can separate you from me
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In the glory of the gloaming-green soccer
field her team, the Gladiators, is losing
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It was more beard than anything else
In poetry they converged, varied in age
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There was only a note
on the living room door,
and in lipgloss she wrote
'I can't take it no more.'
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Maradona, who mesmerised the world with his
Magnificent game of football,
Adored by millions of fans,
Admired world over for his skill and brilliance,
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As world super powers threaten war
As world super powers prepare for war
As they assemble their weapons of mass destruction
As they test the might of their weapons
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: Sport (Alliteration) 075


Can you canoe white waters in just a bucket?
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i want to go back to my childhood

where my father was my only hero
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One …two…one…two
Follow me as I take you on a journey back to my hood
Pay attention to the heart beat of the street
At every street corner a vice
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February on the narrow beach, 3o
A.M. I set out south. Cape Cod Light
on its crumbling cliff above me turns
its wand of light so steadily
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Thinking of winning somehow, players play game;
Tension builds up as if waiting for time to blow bomb;
To the last the tough game goes on in tension long;
Cricket, hokey, soccer and rugby games all see so!
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Assignment taken as a last resort—
with leaving early then commuting far—
a school not known for academics—
then asked to take another teacher's classes.
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Soccer
no small wonder!

Small wonder yet
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When we talk about movies
i like comedies, dramas, westerns,
adventures, sci-fi, animations
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How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays,
in modern days the game has changed and subterfuge and actors
ways will pave the path to glory. Fitness pays a fair reward to keep
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The adrenaline.
The excitement.
The energy.
It surrounded the field.
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300 wear a mask weeps bitterly roams about farmer
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300 wear a mask weeps bitterly roams about farmer Feng Wen the Shu -- mulberry grove -- size frog to do to 2003,3,20, afternoon the farmer which completes inside the Qinghai-Tibet Plain iceberg to the evening 10 o'clock 45 minute, in that Mount Everest Bai Xuezhong on the day after day giant black flag giant black flag burns do the fiery red sorrowful two characters, why male occupy male to occupy in the world ridge? ' The black flag with ours relations, the relations is that black flag is our farmer is angry, the pain, roars the soul, roars soul.300 spirits suffocate in the throat is resounding the startling thunderclap which weeps bitterly, weeps bitterly the startling thunderclap potential pulls out the tropics the startling thunderclap, four oceans Tao sounds. The Tao sound ' the others cannot see, I can see pitifully, the pitiful farmer's sob.' Asia sends the chest sound from the distant place which this heaves a sigh, melancholy, vigorous, low and deep, filled with grief. Alone, the terror locks me above that Qinghai-Tibet Plain, looks the native country sky sunlight, the sunlight not obviously, only has weeps bitterly, looks the native country mountains and rivers spring breeze, the spring breeze not obviously, only has weeps bitterly. ' Listens to the farmer tear the sea space to come, the space comes in this tear to have the time to give farmer's misery toxin, this farmer poisonously cried 素 心 in to want to feel better some.' The group valley flies in the tear flows is conversing in a low voice, farmer's micro bright tear flows to the dark night deep place. Cries the blood cuckoo in the snowflake the wail, the clear ape cries in Wan Zhongshan. Inside the Qinghai-Tibet Plain iceberg 300 wear a mask weeps bitterly roams about the farmer, you said the tear is in your blood the final gold coin? You said has the conscience with this gold coin to each the star to complain? You said in your blood the beautiful spring day by the village in the extremely evil official, the bandit, organized crime is snatched? You said in your blood the water seepage, the countryside is snatched by the wolf black heart and lungs devil? You said you have imprisoned the goddess of vengeance in the earth deep place? You said in your blood the lovable homeland is turned by the robber has put out a hand not to see the five fingers the jail? You said on this earth everywhere is the another region? You said your world the misery, the infinite pain, is congealing astringently, on the pitiful peak roams about? Beautiful, good, dignified, honest farmer! Please stop sobbing, is sorrowful! You cry the blood dyed on the red this mountain the white snow, restrains grief! Asks you to restore calmly! The beggar also has nine years to beg for food transports, a person three poor three rich to is not old. I heard formerly was lifting Pekinese dog's landlord with the sedan chair, bluffed and bluster the landlord in front of the poor person, by the time flood, has been already destroyed the name, let the person forever forget, I heard the since time immemorial how many wealthy men, by the time iron hammer, have been already destroyed the name, let the person forever forget, was these people to poor person's robbing, dug the eternal grave for these people. Let me praise you, is you uses the grain which the most precious life trades, has supported me, in my heart the most lovable beautiful farmer, you are in my mind the great motion poet, you broadly have not been shamed by our China tens of thousands of miles earth fresh green multi- colors the rosy cloud cloud the poems, I meet the eternal the poverty, the sob, crazy. I remembered Emperor Taitsung of Tang warns the crown prince, when 穿 衣 吃 饭 must think the worker, the farmer, this is sacred, on the beautiful China land, which piece of crops, which orchard isn't you bleeds the perspiration to trade, you most precious life rivers, youth,
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What if Cinderella wasn’t a princess
But the advertiser of a new flavored jellybean
What if Snow White wasn’t pretty
But the ugliest hag ever seen
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She broke her collar-bone
in a soccer game, meant for fun.
She's so tough and fearless, at times.
So small and fragile, at others.
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More than half a century ago,
the Monsoon showers had just brought relief from the sweltering summer,
just when I was dreaming of playing soccer whole day outdoors,
My Dad decided that I have to attend an elementary school.
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The bike trail is special
because it does not follow the road
It follows the creek
I ride over wooden bridges,
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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère's (grandmother's) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding 1,100-hectare farm that she calls her 'fall retreat.'

Between three and five hundred people work on the farm, the Château and its surrounding shops (some work is seasonal) . The shops sell wool, cheese, wine and ice cream produced on the farm, as well as touristy things. Many of the employees live on the farm, rent free. Their homes, owned by the farm, form a hameau (village) . I didn't understand much of this at the time, I was 10 years old.
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There is a kind calm man named Abbas,
A man of values, a man with no loss
He is a kind doctor
A trustworthy man, a big fan of soccer
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We used to sit
Around the red teak table
With the Book Of Knowledge
Open with its picture
Of Africa.
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Shamed
Birth was it all began
A mother and father who both refused to claim me as their child
My birth was a paycheck and a guarantee of a “comfortable life” for them
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Soccer is the game
My life

Soccer gives my fame
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I Love riding my bike
Playing with my sister
Playing with my cat
And Pizza
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In the hospital by his side,
The two of us did say goodbye.
And moments later my Dad died.
Doctors and nurses came and I
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As November comes to its final week.
allow me to ink some words quite meek**.
[they won't be heard above a mouse squeak]
'Please, at this showcase, will you peek? ? '
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In the park the sprinklers
jet their lazy moving arcs
of droplets on the grass
(brilliant white with rising sun behind them
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Football

around it
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the noticed must stand out
the noticed will have qualities
that guarantee they are noticed
the more exceptional these qualities
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she never missed a practice
never missed a game
sat there watching
yelling his name
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The little girl in floral bathing wear
stretched out her arms and laughed and tried
to influence the heedless tide
that tugged at her delicate ankles and toes
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GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING!

soccer fans blowing there horns, eating their food, jumping up and down, painted faces, soccer jerseys, foam fingers, hot blistering sun, fun.
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I have seen soccer players
Shoot goals through
Windows in five story buildings.
Off walls onto an escalator
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He dragged me with him all the way,
and held my hand meticulously to make me stay,
and to appear like he has forgotten that he will never be alone,
but I knew that my place was his house, and his my home.
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We played our heart
The passion of art
Crafted by combination
Of skills and zeal
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Ronaldo, The New Emperor
It is the news in Portugal, the footballer Ronaldo has won a golden football
and the country rejoices, after Eusebio died a new emperor is needed,
a hero people can look up to, one who can continue the people’s culture....
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It is.
It is something.
Unknown horns blasting
like unicorns in a fire.
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Squirrel! Come share a cup of tea with me
On a sunny afternoon sitting in the vacant backyard
I watch you coming out of your burrow
Your furry body with beady eyes moving with quick alertness
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Delightful Sunday
Sitting and watching
At the outlet mall
Is relaxing indeed.
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In the old movies,
The women wore
Skirts and dresses.
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Lying here tonight, I think of my home country
I remember the hut where I grew up
The huts with bamboo walls and thatched roofs
Which refugee people helped each other to build.
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Nằm đây, tôi nhớ quê nhà
Đêm nay, tôi nhớ mái nhà ngày xưa.
Nhà chòi vách liếp mái tranh
Đám người tị nạn giúp nhau dựng nhà.
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THE OSTRICH
The ostrich is the biggest bird alive
The ostrich is also the biggest bird dead.
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I guess you read the news
about the town – soon to be copied –
which abolished traffic lights...
what happened? Self-preservation,
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Octopus soccer prediction

Decides the victory for world cup
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Lasciate ogni speranza
Voi ch'entrate

abandon all hope
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The most beautiful city London is the capital of England and United Kingdom.
It is situated in the South Eastern England on the biggest river Thames.
Magnificent houses of parliament stood in the heart of the city with freedom.
Parliament is made up of the house of common and house of lords and it makes laws.
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There is one Latina out there who is very smart
Fa sho she cool, kind, funny and so sharp
With a grande brain she is one of the brightest there is
Celina’s the name, what now kids?
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Who's Next?

She's blond and blossoming young
She's a black doctor and drives a car
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'Tis football is the big World game of today
Grid Iron the big game of the U S of A,
Rugby League, Rugby Union and Aussie Rules Football
And soccer the biggest World game of them all
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Early on into World War I,
1914, a Christmas truce,
The fighting turned to sportful fun,
As games of soccer were let loose.
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Last night I saw Spain versus Germany at a soccer match.
It was the final of the European championship, but...
I dreamed Brasil. What a nostalgia of Pelé!
The black king of the balls flew on the grasses of the sky.
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'Though he's black very handsome and a strong character,
Really a loving father.'
Mom always says when she's alive.
Oh! Dear Father, you left us almost fifty years ago,
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In the U.S.A., soccer tiz
A game to be played more by kids.
Hard ball to sell as money biz
In the sports world of profit grids.
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Ukuthula makwande mlaleli
Ngezwi ngzomemeza ze nawe uNgizwe umchunu
Kuyoba kuhle uwathandiswe laMazwia_yo lensizwa
Linda Sibiya siyixoxe lendaba,
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the pain that paralysed me at once
made all sensation vanish
all motion stop
and imprisoned my soul
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Last night I slept so deep and sound
In the morning, saw a sight profound
How do I describe, well what do I say
For before me stretched the Bengal Bay
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