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Meadow Fields, 1976
Nothing to do on a
Saturday night
but hang in the park as
the summer light fades
Mike's got a moustache
that looks pretty tight;
passes for adult when
wearing his shades.
Footballers setting out
bottles for posts
Girls crash the ciggies
while dishing the dirt
send catcalls to muscle
bound boys as they boast
of their prowess in bed
in lieu of a flirt.
The stoners lie down
with the midges and grass
while players buy food
from the shop on the green.
St. Lawrence's bells
call the faithful to mass
The girls pull out
mirrors and lippy to preen.
At the edge of the
playing field, passing the time
a boy gives men blow
jobs for barely a dime.
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