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Your foul obscenity dressed as kind words

Sweeping round the football pitch

A pretty paid for panorama

How earthly would our trees appear

Without the glaring neon light

Nor tuba horn designed to make

A small man’s voice amplified to a growling thud

You can skip this poem in five seconds

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