I Kissed Bill Shankly’s Feet!
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On Anfield ground
That hallowed mound
That reds of fondly speke
I was one, though not in fun
Who did something quite unique
The man was God
Though slightly odd
Still walking on this earth
What I did was worship
Our saviour like in verse
He led us where we’ve never been
To heights of dizzy fame
Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane
Would never be the same
We travelled far
By plane and car
To see the boys perform
Think nothing of a pilgrimage
To climates cold and warm
This something that I speke of
This something so unique
What have I done to sacred son
I kissed Bill Shankly’s Feet!!!
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