New Season
¶ 1
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Never again,
Never again, I’ll throw away
My hard earned cash,
As prayers unanswered,
Trouble upon trouble
Pain upon pain
Hopes of promotion
Evaporated in goalless drought.
¶ 2
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Threw away, team shirt
Ripped posters and photos
Of one time heroes.
Never again,
Never again, I’ll throw away
My hard earned cash.
¶ 3
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Come the new season,
As always I’ll be the first to sporting
New Boro top,
Last season is meaningless, part of history,
For I’ve partaken the sweet and succulent,
Fruits of the Lotus, fruit of forgetfulness.
¶ 4
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All teams start equal,
This could be glorious season,
Championship title, promotion to the Premiership,
F.A. Cup and Coca Cola Cup
Are all up for grabs, even
European football beckons,
Some say you’re a dreamer, sometimes
Dreams do true.
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