Wooden’t make it – failed football dreams
¶ 1
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The trees brimmed with confidence
as the man with the axe, approached
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 ‘Twas Brian Clough got the chop
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The trees swayed with delight
as the man with the axe, took centre stage
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Ash had them rocking in the festival mud
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The forest shivered, with chilled apprehension
unseasonal leaf-fall, littering the touchline
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 As my younger self, hacked with abandon
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They’d heard this young man,
would pull up trees, to achieve his ambition
¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Regrettably, they too, live on
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