Soon Back On Two Feet
I sulk after defeat
But soon back on two feet,
Wounded pride freed of heat,
Ready to a giant beat,
His corpse leave birds to eat...
I’m a much ready fleet
That shall challenges greet:
Who can’t wait for what’s sweet
Juice, wine, beans – US Wheat
While sought answers ‘not yet’
Don’t try ‘not yet’ to sweat
And feel free to say and bet
“I’ll last minute goal net!”
Who says: “I’m giving up...”
Too bad you hate Gold Cup.
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