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14th January 2008, 12:21
Let me tell you a story. Of a poor boy.Sent far away from his home.To fight for his king and his countryand also the old folks back home.Well they sent him to higher division.off in a far foreign land.where the flies buzzed around in their thousands.there was nothing to see but the sand.well the fighting broke out the next morning.under an arabian sun.and thats where poor scouser tommywas shot by an old nazi gun.as he lay on the floor he was dying.blood gushing out of his head.as he lay on the floor he was dying dying dyingand these are the last words he said.I am a Liverpudlian,and i come from the spion kop.i like to sing and i like to dancei get thrown out quite a lot.i support a team thats dressed in redits a team that you all know.the team i love is Liverpooland to glory we will go.we've won the cupwe've won the leagguewe've been to europe to.we played the toffees jsut for a laughand we left them feeling blueFIVE - NIL!!!!!!
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