All Things Must Pass
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Match-day programmes
Old skool fanzines
A standing terrace
The stuff of dreams
A pie & a pint
Tales of away
Like me my old trabs
Have seen better days
But Saturday’s youth
These seasons have grown
Winners & losers
Wisdom is sown
All things must pass
On the final road home.
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