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February 2025

Winter Winter when your warm breath smokes In the bitter morning chill Night brings frosts that creep and crisp. Trees are stretching black and still Etching patterns where the bright Robin dares a whistling trill. by Jo Peters (1937 – 2001) . Saturday 1st February 2025 EFL League Two Tranmere Rovers 1 Kristian Dennis 50, […]

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November 2023

Like rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew ’twas wind – It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand – When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard That was indeed the Rain – It filled the Wells, […]

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February 2022

Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man’s soul. . Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march with bat and pad: See the son of grief at cricket Trying to be glad. . Try I will; no harm in […]

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July 2017

from:- “The Goals of Bingo Boot” by Allan Ahlberg . Even God had a frown on his face And powerful reasons to pray. If I let this in, he told Himself There’ll be the Devil to pay. Now Bingo stepped up with the ball And placed it on the spot Stepped back, breathed deep, ran […]

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Bloody Tractors

Late again what do we do? Traffic held up another long queue glance at your watch nerves uptight engine getting hot flashing a red light. Cars moving slowly legs stiff and sore radio blaring loudly vibes hit the floor Clutch up clutch down brakes always used shouting and screaming people being abused. . . . […]

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Pleasant Pastures in Perivale and Mad Marauding Muntjacs

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: The opening lines of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale”   Don’t the above words just fill you with foreboding? I’d recently taken […]

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