Bournemouth, A Candle of England
Bournemouth… the sun has risen.
She whistles as the people go to work.
Her golden carpet, laid out to welcome autumn,
Crispy and beautiful, not a spot of dirt.
Bournemouth… the chant of her fans,
A melody from downtown to the stadium--
Where she fights her formidable challengers...
Football, never dies, here...
A candle, always burning on nights and days...
Bournemouth, she lives, forever to reign...
by Tri Tran
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