Cursed and cursed,
Through and through,
Much like my football team.
Always the guts,
But never the glory.
Forever favoured,
But never favourite.
Yet still we endure,
Cursed though we are,
As the lightning
Without the thunder,
The effort
Without the thanks.
And always
questionless wonder:
Will there be a time
When my star will shine
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