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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2026 17:36:42 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You win a Title here,<br />
A bright Cup there,<br />
You have no lack of cash,<br />
You can buy all the best players.<br />
You do the City Cokey,<br />
Then you turn around,<br />
But something&#8217;s just not quite right. </p>
<p>Oh the City [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2026 14:10:39 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Set Piece FC, Set Piece FC,<br />
Aren&#8217;t they just a joy to see?<br />
Score from corners or free kicks,<br />
Or a well-struck penalty.<br />
Goals from open play are rare,<br />
But the Arsenal fans don&#8217;t care.<br />
Three more points [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 14:47:09 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great knowledge of Everton history, Joe.</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 14:40:14 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They should not go together,<br />
Football and politics.<br />
These two are hostile elements,<br />
Which really should not mix. </p>
<p>We&#8217;ve heard this sentiment expressed<br />
Once, twice and yet again,<br />
But look what we have [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 15:34:14 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well I&#8217;ve lived here forty years plus,<br />
People ask me now and then,<br />
If at times I feel homesick,<br />
Here is what I say to them:</p>
<p>“Sweet home Inghilterra,<br />
Where the skies are not blue.<br />
Sweet home I [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2026 13:20:02 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Were you up for Portillo?<br />
No, I was sleeping soundly,<br />
Head resting on my pillow. </p>
<p>Did you stay up for Mexico?<br />
My answer once again is no,<br />
For early next day had to work to go. </p>
<p>Then what about the [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2026 16:30:25 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kane&#8217;s the one who&#8217;s able<br />
When you need to turn the tables,<br />
To pull a bunny out the hat,<br />
Get you to the next round. </p>
<p>When you&#8217;re trailing one-to-nil,<br />
And the scoreboard clock is ticking,<br />
He&#8217;s the man [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 14:27:47 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Clippety clippety Klopp,<br />
The Germans are no longer top.<br />
With Nagelsmann they&#8217;re down the pan,<br />
Clippety clippety Klopp. </p>
<p>Tikety tikety tok,<br />
They&#8217;re numb, in a state of shock.<br />
And Julian&#8217;s not the right [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2026 08:29:17 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why do we sing God Save The King?<br />
The tune is dull, there&#8217;s not much zing.<br />
It&#8217;s our National Anthem, so to sing we are obliged,<br />
Cos we&#8217;re the Democratic Monarchy of England. </p>
<p>Of course we have a National [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>https://footballpoets.org/poems/jude-bellingham-limerick/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2026 12:27:39 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In our ranks is a player named Bellingham,<br />
Who started out playing for Birmingham.<br />
He&#8217;s blown hot, cold and warm,<br />
Now he&#8217;s hitting top form,<br />
So he&#8217;s shaping up better than Sheringham.  </p>
<p>28/6/26<br />
Denys E. W. Jones</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2026 12:24:05 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re heading home we&#8217;re Steve Clarke&#8217;s Army,<br />
Hopes all smashed to smithereens.<br />
No, we didn&#8217;t shake &#8217;em up,<br />
Didn&#8217;t win the World Cup,<br />
Cos we&#8217;re really quite an ordinary team. </p>
<p>We&#8217;re marching on we&#8217;re [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 13:24:51 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He&#8217;s one of two named Jordan &#8211;<br />
The other&#8217;s Henderson.<br />
This one&#8217;s the guy between the sticks,<br />
He&#8217;s England&#8217;s Number One. </p>
<p>He scares the opposition,<br />
His own defenders too &#8211;<br />
If anyone&#8217;s caught slacking, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 12:58:19 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We raised White Flag at Yorktown<br />
In Seventeen Eighty-One.<br />
The Yanks gained Independence,<br />
Our Colonies were gone. </p>
<p>Once more we&#8217;re heading &#8216;cross the Pond,<br />
But this time there&#8217;s no war.<br />
We do not plan [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/poems/one-decade-ago/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2026 21:16:10 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was one decade ago today,<br />
In a truly merry month of May.<br />
They&#8217;d been playing all year long with guile,<br />
But that day Sky Six were really riled.<br />
Cos their cosy cartel had been broke,<br />
So every other [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2026 16:08:44 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now if you&#8217;ve read your Bible,<br />
You&#8217;ll know a man named Job.<br />
He&#8217;s fabled for his patience,<br />
When faced with many woes. </p>
<p>He lost all of his seven sons,<br />
And lots of his livestock,<br />
But always he stayed [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>https://footballpoets.org/poems/on-the-banks-of-the-bisagno/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2026 14:46:47 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On the Banks of the Bisagno,<br />
There stands a Football Ground.<br />
It&#8217;s stood for many long, long years,<br />
Defiant, firm and proud. </p>
<p>What matches it has seen played out,<br />
What goals, what thrills, what spills. [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 14:22:48 +0000</pubDate>

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If you go to Hilly Dicks,<br />
There&#8217;s a man between the sticks.<br />
City slicks and country hicks,<br />
They all have one ideé fixe:<br />
Who&#8217;s that guy between the sticks?<br />
Pickford, Pickford.<br />
So hard past him goals to [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2025 15:35:21 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Remember the Greek Myth of Icarus?<br />
He flew much too close to the Sun.<br />
The wax on his wings it all melted.<br />
He fell back to earth with a bump. </p>
<p>We Toffees we are a bit like him.<br />
For a short spell we moved [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2025 15:21:28 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dove siam?<br />
In fondo.<br />
Come stiam?<br />
Mal molto.<br />
Dov&#8217;andiam?<br />
Inferno.<br />
Non sappiam che pesci pigliar. </p>
<p>Gol fatti?<br />
Muy pochi.<br />
Subiti?<br />
Fin troppi.<br />
Siamo fuor dai giochi,<br />
Capaci non siam più di [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2025 15:43:57 +0100</pubDate>

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Have you heard of a player called Jack Grealish?<br />
He played his football with great relish.<br />
Except under Pep,<br />
Who him on the bench kept,<br />
But now he once more off the leash is. </p>
<p>25/8/25<br />
Denys E. W. Jones </p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 13:03:11 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There once was a team called Vicenza,<br />
That strolled into town full of chutzpah.<br />
But three goals they then shipped,<br />
Got their ears soundly clipped,<br />
Sure they weren&#8217;t granted any clemenza. [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2025 14:27:31 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well I&#8217;m quite keen on football,<br />
As keen as anyone.<br />
Out here I follow Genoa,<br />
In England Everton. </p>
<p>I&#8217;ve never had a problem<br />
With lapping it all up,<br />
But now we have reached Overkill,<br />
It&#8217;s all getting [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 14:48:11 +0100</pubDate>

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“What&#8217;s in a name? That which we call a rose,<br />
By any other name would smell as sweet.”<br />
So says Juliet in her Balcony Speech.<br />
And when we hear or read it, most nod and agree.<br />
Only I beg to differ. Con [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2025 15:27:54 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was thirty years ago today,<br />
In a very merry month of May,<br />
We&#8217;d been playing all year long with flair,<br />
We were slicker than young Tony Blair,<br />
So we&#8217;re calling just to remind you,<br />
That we&#8217;re able to [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2025 14:54:00 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You may be a miner working down a pit.<br />
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.<br />
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.<br />
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. </p>
<p>But you gotta support [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2025 14:35:13 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Reds were celebrating,<br />
All primed and set to party.<br />
They thought they had the match wrapped up,<br />
They&#8217;d reckoned without Tarky. </p>
<p>The game was drawing to a close,<br />
Just seconds on the clock.<br />
The [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2025 14:09:34 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I will follow thee where&#8217;er thou goest.<br />
Be thou in highest place or in lowest.<br />
Runn&#8217;st thou the swiftest or the slowest.<br />
When autumn leaves fall, when fruit on branch groweth.<br />
When reaper reaps, when [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jan 2025 14:42:14 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They said we were ungrateful,<br />
When we sacked Allardyce.<br />
I dread to think what folk will say,<br />
Now that we&#8217;ve dumped Sean Dyche.</p>
<p>But football is a business,<br />
There is no place for ruth.<br />
If you can&#8217;t [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jan 2025 13:06:33 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you recall Everton back in the day?<br />
In years long gone by, before Ninety-Five?</p>
<p>Up front we had men who could stick it away,<br />
Like Bill Dean, Bob Latchford, McKenzie and Gray. </p>
<p>Our midfielders shone [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 26 Nov 2024 18:07:14 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Back when I lived in Blighty,<br />
And went to football Grounds,<br />
I&#8217;d sometimes hear a mocking chant<br />
Around the place resound:</p>
<p>“You&#8217;re supposed to be at home.”<br />
Away fans they would sing,<br />
When their team was two [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 16 Oct 2024 13:57:39 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Selling to survive is an art.<br />
Some clubs do it exceptionally well. </p>
<p>They flog their star player for a princely sum,<br />
Then unearth two nuggets that make their Ground hum.<br />
Two young, bright prospects who [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 14:18:12 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The whole week long we trained hard for this match.<br />
We practised corners, throw-ins, penalties.<br />
And free kicks too, from fifteen, twenty yards.<br />
Next came an hour of dribbling around cones,<br />
To make sure [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 03 Sep 2024 08:26:54 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well I don&#8217;t know why we&#8217;re feeling this fright,<br />
But it&#8217;s clear that something ain&#8217;t quite right.<br />
And our noses feel so out of joint,<br />
Three games played and not a single point!<br />
Clowns in the Boardroom, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/que-sera-sera-2/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2024 13:58:06 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was just a little boy,<br />
I asked my mother who I&#8217;d support.<br />
Would it be Villa, Leeds or Man U?<br />
Here is her proud retort: </p>
<p>“Que sera sera,<br />
Whatever will be will be.<br />
You&#8217;re gonna be a Toffee, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/two-nations-went-to-germany/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2024 16:05:08 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Two nations went to Germany<br />
In search of Silverware.<br />
Now read these lines of poetry<br />
To see how they both fared. </p>
<p>The Scots played with true grit and pride,<br />
But they could not progress.<br />
Their fans [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 02 Jun 2024 13:19:19 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;ve had the Premier League Campaign,<br />
Plus two domestic Cups.<br />
Three European Tournaments,<br />
Now isn&#8217;t that enough? </p>
<p>No, we have not yet had our fill,<br />
Our thirst is still not slaked.<br />
There&#8217;s more to [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2024 08:36:05 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Man City won the Premier League,<br />
Their fourth one in a row!<br />
And they have won much more besides,<br />
From strength to strength they go. </p>
<p>But judging by this dear website,<br />
The world would hardly know it. [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones commented on a poem on Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/fa-cup-replays/#comment-6755</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2024 15:46:55 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/fa-cup-replays/#comment-6747</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2024 12:56:11 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Joe,<br />
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject&#8230;</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/twenty-five-percent/</link>
				<pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2024 12:13:28 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“Twenty-five percent possession?<br />
Doesn&#8217;t sound that much.<br />
Twenty-five percent possession?<br />
Surely not enough.<br />
Twenty-five percent possession?<br />
Reckon we&#8217;ll need more.<br />
Let the Red Shirts hog the ball, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2024 14:20:23 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was a lack of football on TV.<br />
So you invented the Champions League.<br />
But now your players are so tired you say.<br />
Wheeze is to scrap FA Cup match replays. </p>
<p>Chop, change, tinker and tweak.<br />
When will [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/updated-hokey-cokey/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2024 15:20:34 +0100</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You take ten points off.<br />
You give four points back.<br />
Off, back, off, back,<br />
You hang &#8217;em on a rack.<br />
You do the Hokey Cokey,<br />
And you turn around,<br />
Is that what it&#8217;s all about? </p>
<p>You take two more off. [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-lads-in-the-rain/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2024 14:04:38 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The forecast isn&#8217;t too good today &#8211;<br />
The sky is o&#8217;ercast and grey.<br />
By three pm &#8217;twill be bucketing down,<br />
&#8216;Least that&#8217;s what the weathermen say.<br />
But my favourite team is playing at home,<br />
And there are [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/when-dominic-finds-the-net/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2024 09:59:33 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When Dominic finds the Net again, hurrah, hurrah,<br />
We&#8217;ll give him a stand&#8217; ovation then, hurrah, hurrah.<br />
We&#8217;ll all beg for his autograph,<br />
And a selfie, and we&#8217;ll share a laugh,<br />
And we&#8217;ll be all smiles [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-hokey-cokey/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2024 19:47:43 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You take ten points off.<br />
You give four points back.<br />
Off, back, off, back,<br />
You shake &#8217;em in a sack.<br />
You do the Hokey Cokey,<br />
And you turn around,<br />
Is that what it&#8217;s all about? </p>
<p>26/2/24<br />
Denys E. W. Jones</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-lesson/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2024 13:52:55 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s our first season back in the Top Flight,<br />
Our learning curve&#8217;s still pretty steep.<br />
We&#8217;re keeping our heads above water,<br />
But sometimes said water&#8217;s too deep. </p>
<p>Atalanta paid visit on Sunday,<br />
Came [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/hats-off-to-the-hatters/</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2024 16:09:22 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We cried “Bring on the Hatters!”<br />
We thought “Already won.”<br />
But Luton Town would not lie down,<br />
Defeated us two-one.<br />
So out of the Cup we crash.<br />
Our Silverware hopes are in tatters.<br />
Note to selves should [&hellip;]</p>
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				<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2024 12:52:56 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At Selhurst Park they sent Dom off,<br />
Though it was ne&#8217;er a foul.<br />
They&#8217;re threat&#8217;ning yet more points to dock,<br />
They kick us when we&#8217;re down. </p>
<p>But we are made of steely stuff,<br />
We&#8217;ve got hairs on our [&hellip;]</p>
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				<title>Denys E. W. Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets</title>
				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/all-we-want-for-christmas/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2023 15:59:58 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yuletide is fast approaching,<br />
And all the talk&#8217;s of gifts.<br />
Old Santa&#8217;s gearing himself up<br />
To work his yearly shift. </p>
<p>The kids are writing letters,<br />
To make clear every wish.<br />
And adults too are at it, [&hellip;]</p>
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				<link>http://footballpoets.org/poems/three-teams-worse-than-us/#comment-6514</link>
				<pubDate>Sun, 19 Nov 2023 13:45:50 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Gacina, glad you liked it, and I have just posted a new one about our points deduction&#8230;</p>
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