Winter Blues
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Knee deep in snow
Most games are called off
My striker’s have frost bite
And I’ve got this cough.
My players are moaning
At the end of their tether
Not many have witnessed
This kind of weather.
The ice bath is frozen
And now I’m afraid
The owner’s gone A.W.O.L.
And the lad’s aint been paid
Bottom of the table
With no money to spend
All I have is my thermals
And my fisherman’s friends.
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