When the trees gain colour as they sway in the breeze
When slivers of grass poke out from a trodden cold mud
Where heroes of old regale their glory and promise perpetual legacy
Where heroes of new aim to prove a lasting permanence
Some wander in feeling the best shapes of their lives
Others climb just to seem somewhat employable
Many carry questions of health, potential or fluke
Some drag those same facts behind them
Yet all is equal for those sunny early days
When the grass is young and fresh my friend
It's time for the players to come out and play again.
The ones that don't count start today. But they are ones nonetheless. The Sultans of Swing and the Titans of Toss are back again.
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