Then they were Six.
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Six games left and we are still in the mire
Our so called superstars clearly lacking desire
Out fought and out muscled
By the Potters from Stoke
Premiership new boy’s with hearts made of oak
The on comes young Carroll
A proud son of the Tyne
To show courage and passion
When leading the line
A fine headed goal, showed his team mates the way
In the image of Shearer, a battling display.
So Eighteen points to play for
And I reckon we need Ten
But where will they be coming from
Who knows where or when.
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