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  • Writer's pictureIvor M Bundell

Eulogy for Martin Peters

Ten years ahead of his time

Drifting unseen

Like a ghost

Onto the far post

Positionally nonpareil

Hapless opponents

Cast adrift

In his wake

Arriving late

In the area

Like a magical hologram

Wreaking havoc

His legendary headers

Like glances in the mist

Gilzean-like in grace -

Never missed

Drifting unseen

Like a ghost

Onto the far post

Ten years ahead of his time.

© IMB (Dec, 2019)

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