Crap poem – Celebration and Swans

I've written some poems about the Premiership action this weekend. Starting with Chelsea, ending with Swansea...  Celebration: A thunderous volley rattles the bar falling to a favorible shin. A smug look of delight floats across number 8 as the ball ricochets in. 'Run Lamps, RUN', point to the sky cherish this moment of celebration.

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