Meade's Ball
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Just moments from the end of that Ipswich game when each team had a goal to share i stared at the weedy ground i stood on in the north. Chance was never a thing that charmed me with regularity and glory was the type of women who would spit on me if i were on fire, but only because she had a bubble gum that had spent its flavour in her mouth and had nothing else to offer. We had that free-kick and it could only be struck by a right-footer over the sort of man who had to wipe his moustache like a baby's bum. It was an impossibility that seconds would pass and all would finish in splendour. Any joust has blood and gore and splintered bone, but no cup or cerificate of grandeur.
I had hidden my sight from happening and fever. Then everyone started jumping. Electric shocks. Unseated punishment for a life of petty crime. I had to leap too and ask questions as to why i was. It was that Wilkins then forever bent in my thought.
To sum up, i like thinking of Wilkins.
I had hidden my sight from happening and fever. Then everyone started jumping. Electric shocks. Unseated punishment for a life of petty crime. I had to leap too and ask questions as to why i was. It was that Wilkins then forever bent in my thought.
To sum up, i like thinking of Wilkins.