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Shall we walk amongst old men
with raincoat collars turned up against the biting wind,
with rain dripping off flat caps.
Battle our way
through young boys wearing short pants,
chewing liqorice sticks and eating boiled sweets.
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Floodlights now bright
as we reach the forecourt
and head expectantly for welcoming turnstiles,
Then dream of rain swept nights like these
as friendly clicks and squeaks
welcome us back to our lovely Burnden.