This is for all you football fans out there - especially those in blue
and white who are not having the best of weeks. It was written by my dad
in the 1970s and is accompanied by his drawings. It's an early start
for tomorrow's National Poetry Day with its theme of freedom - which is
what I felt after 25 years of being chained to Chesterfield FC and
finally realising it wasn't worth it.
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The Colours of Her Skirt
Based on a memory, which may be unreliable, from some time in the 1960s. With thanks to Sarah Wimbush and Ian Parks for editing and for the...
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Says it all.
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