The Caravel Moon
The Caravel Moon with its dark grey sails on the high seas of a stormy dark blue sky
on the flickering eve of Candlemas. I watch from a light house those sweet enemies
querulously contest on the wharf of the Stade de France on a clear Parisian evening.
The man's game was won by Les Blues, yet only England of the northern hemisphere
sides have won the Rugby Union World Cup with The Kick of History in ancient 2003 AD.
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