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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551135" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Each To His Or To Her Own</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I only came into the pub for to have a quiet beer<br>But talk of football all I hear I ask what brought me here<br>And I thought there was more to life than talking of football<br>But with that at the Local Pub few would agree at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One fellow said my team doing well with stress on the word my<br>Methought he thinks he owns the team or so he seems to imply<br>And then he sang a line from the anthem of his club 'When the Saints go marching in'<br>His voice was booming loud and clear above the bar room din.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suppose it beats talking of war or politics maybe<br>Though football a boring subject or so 'twould seem to me<br>But each to his or her own as they say and those words seem so true<br>And to them I seemed a boring man one of the unenlightened few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One asked me what team do you barrack for mate, I said who win or lose<br>Won't matter much to you or I it won't pay for our booze<br>At which he only laughed aloud saying you must have a team<br>Or in your present company you are out of place 'twould seem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indeed I said how right you are on this we can agree<br>For you are you and I are I we see things differently<br>He shouted to the barman give the man a beer he's not a bad old boy<br>Though on a few important things we do not see eye to eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bought him a beer before I left, thank you old boy he said<br>And he started to sing 'Good Old Collingwood' the booze had gone to his head<br>And as I walked out in the night the moon shone in the sky<br>And a boobook owl called on a gum in the Parkland nearby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q>
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