Vast and empty resting places

Sleeping Titans stand no more

Vairocana, Sakyamuni

Dust upon the valley’s floor.

Art and beauty simply rubble

Never more gazed on by Man

But,

Timelessly and still serenely

Walk the Ghosts of Bamiyan.

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When Moses took the tablets

He asked with nervous cough,

“Excuse me, Lord, for saying so,

I think you’ve missed one off”.

Now Moses plays for Leicester,

Renowned for mighty packs,

So said “Thou shalt not give the ball

To Fairies in the Backs”.

And ever since my schooldays

Spent playing tight-head prop

You’d learn to see their fly-half as

A...

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(Here's one I put in the oven before.  It'll have to put me on until I fabricate something new.) 

His spirit walks the terraces on Saturdays at three;

He's in the breezes blowing and the dust-whirls that you see;

That tingling of your hairline's when he touches you and me;

He's here, son; he's here at White Hart Lane.

Today you'd say he played midfield – in those...

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