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Bacup Borough Fc

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 There are no neon signs
The superstars just can’t be found
Well, there’s David May
Whose better days just might return
A goal or two, perhaps…
Upon these moors across the way
A Yorkshire lass in dying light
Wrote words of passion
I’ve read each one so many times
And stood up here
And cursed the wind and cursed the rain
My Liverpool home so far away
But Anfield”s seeds were made of this
A faithful few
A dying breed
It’s all 3 points
Whatever the league.

Notes

Our local club – A football team on top of the moors, and sometimes (thanks to Brent Peters miracles) the league…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bacup-borough-fc/