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Local Culture Kirkby - A Poem by 'It's Me'
Are houses what we
need right now,
Or a place for kids to play,
A place for fun, that’s not for sale, be the scum
Don’t take it away, we love our wet and windy Sunday
As I look around over what was a playing ground
I see what their use to be, men and boys, with there Sunday toys
Boots and balls, shouts and cheers, and sometime tears,
Its not if you win or lose, but family time is what we choose
Maybe someone should tell the power that be,
that we love our wet and windy
Sunday, kicking a football around on a tiny piece of ground,
But now I look and all I see is houses were we used to be,
On a wet and windy Sunday.
So what’s the score there be no more draws now the result is easy to see,
councils rich, football ditched, no more Sunday games to play,
No more watching children play, no more wet and windy Sunday.
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