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42: The Meaning Of Life Found In A Scottish Football Ground.

The sleepy Tamar

at high tide in summer

may have been the sound more gentle

to those ears of a Cornish Man

and Home Park love, Green

and Pilgrim, The Hoe and the Lido

just out of earshot and Mutley Plain

a place in another county;

yet for this South West Man, Green running deep,

Tamar running deeper still

and majestic, flowing football, he traded in Pastie days

and local derby smiles

to find the meaning of life

and complete the forty-two,

an achievement of high esteem