POTTERS ROT
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Can’t stop the Stoke lot succumbing to the Potter’s Rot.
¶ 2
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A needle in a claystack
the wrong sort of fightback
somewhere in the crowd we hear the cough’s ‘hack!’
¶ 3
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Spreading through the Boothen lungs,
fun-lover to thug-bother.
Football’s lowest rung.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Kick off and it kicks off.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Can’t stop the Stoke lot succumbing to the Potter’s Rot.
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