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The Wall

He is the row locker that holds the bridge He is the Bison that carries the load from the deck A wall that resists oppositions, guards them in check It’s been build to shield the back four And plastered to cover up loopholes He is hard and strong, José’s goal This is the wall reinforced by José His work-rate is breathtaking like wild horses His presence is haunting to opposing forces The fulcrum upon which the system revolves Anchored at either end of the bridge Is a wall that stabilizes a moving ridge He takes up knocks and blows Yet, never crumble to the ground This is the wall that essentially runs around He is a Mourinian, the rediscovered wall Opposing forces hit the wall and bounced off Ooops! “He hit my wall”, José scoff

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