Accrington Stanley
¶ 1
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A memory from grandad’s time.
Those long, faraway days
When players
Weren’t paid in telephone numbers.
¶ 2
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The new season
Will welcome back a ghost
Into the fold.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Accy’s back!
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