Red Hands ready.A Poem by PólThe clash of the ash the kick of a ball, oh my God the thrill of it all. Fervent colours frenzied fans brought to their feet in delirious awe. "Take your point the goals will come". Cats lick their whiskers they have the cream, as Red Hands ready to reach again.
© Paul O' Neill 2012 © 2013 Pól |
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