Stand on the shoulders of giants.
On those shoulders I did go.
With the flags and scarves streaming by
And the last of the winter wind.
The faint aura of menace bothering me not
For what did I have to fear?
Go, I will, Giant.
Braced against those winter winds
To the relegation six-pointers of tomorrow,
The mysticism of your words behind.
2-2 89’ G. Murray reads the videprinter
Fucking Glen Murray again, Dad.
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