Oh I say old flower a rhyme at last!Originally Posted by Enthusiast
Only one more sleep
Come to land of concrete and ball
Where the rats are obscure and the crows mighty tall
Come to the land where the wind blows and tumbles
Your shots oft land wide - we are used to the grumbles
Come to the land where the blocks mark the distance
But alter the angle? They'll all need assistance
Come to the land of concrete and ball
Come with a grin, we'll welcome you all
A sterling effort that's unsurpassed.
On the cards, since way back when,
Will we see it's like again?
arf!
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