The Slope
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When they said New Mills I expected sails
it was more like miles and Chris Bonnington’s bile
up hill and down yonder dale, to the spire
looking smart in our MSR attire
¶ 2
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A new ground, nice people too, for sure
praying for a win would be my cold’s cure
if I said a slope you may think I am taking the rise
it’s more a large mound of Derby in Lancs disguise.
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