Ode to a Lost City
¶ 1
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I don’t love you any more
You’re spineless and I don’t care if you score
No checking results on Teletext
No looking to see who you play next
There’s no fixture list upon my wall
No season ticket on which to call
You can no longer make me look a fool
In a Canary hat and yellow kagoule
My rattle is silent and so is my voice
No more in tune with the Barclay Boys
Time will tell if my passion has died
Or if wishes are Granted it could be revived
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