Words/Numbers

No fault of their own
Maybe they don’t know
Hold on to that book
Looking down, absorbed

Numbers, words, damn
Damn again, we watch
In a tizzy, scream out of
Our eyes in front line as

Liverpool’s live arrival
It gets us, like pretending
We’re the characters
Drawn to, do intelligence

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