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969: Football And World Cup

I still remember those childhood days,
We could not go where the big brother plays,
But we had our tiny little niche,
Around the balconies, where maids wash the dish,

Round the year was our football season,
Much cheaper than cricket was the reason,
Did not have the boots to play with,
Bare-foot or pain was no reason to quit,

We did have our own competition,
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Brian Jani 16 June 2014

Good poem, its well written

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Reminds me of my first world cup viewing in 86 as well, and Maradona was a craze among us, and also i broke a toenail playing football bare foot.

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K Fernandes 07 June 2006

haha! hmmm.. this is a nice one..: -)

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