Emily Dickinson.

I know this is not the right place for culture and good breeding, but never mind. This is not for you snipe pie. Dickinson was an American poetess, and wrote some grand stuff. And ahead of her time, as her love poems are about county.

NOT WITH A CLUB THE HEART IS BROKEN.

Not with a club the heart is broken,
Nor with a stone,
A whip so small you could not see it,
Ive known.

To lash the magic creature,
Till it fell,
Yet that whips name too noble,
Then to tell.

Magnanimous of bird,
By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone,
Of which it died.

There is a note under this poem which states the whip is a football.

Then there is the dead sea scrolls. This was found amongst it, addressed to Meadow Lane Nottingham, amazing considering its thousands of years old. Sadly i can only reproduce the last verse due to space.

Even now,
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life,
Drinking green cups, and gold, at the great feast.
Just for a small and forgotten time,
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl,
The whitest pouring of eternal light......

You can substitute girl for County. And it was exceedingly small, wasnt it. This poem is called black marigolds and is worth the effort of searching for it.

Cambridge won away yesterday, i expect your as glad as i am. Arnt you.

Rog.