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The Waste Land

June could be the cruellest month, seeing
England out at the group stage, vexing
Terry and Neville, ending
False hopes via sprung defence.
Winter kept us warm, coating
Dreams in a parochial glow, feeding
A slim chance with hyperbole.
Paraguay may surprise us, coming over the Hochtaunuskreis
With a shower of goals; stopped in Deutschland
And we’re out of the finals, into oblivion
To drink cherryade and weep for an hour

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4 Responses to “The Waste Land”

Wes Truth says:
June 8th, 2006 at 3:44 pm
Remarkable.
Helger Heiderson says:
June 8th, 2006 at 3:55 pm
Splendiferous.
Jimu says:
June 8th, 2006 at 4:36 pm
dreamy, myriad in confession and an all-too-scarce human look at the carnival ahead. top marks!!
Wes Truth says:
June 9th, 2006 at 9:45 am
I especially enjoyed the part about winter.