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Diary - Friday 16 November 2007

16 November 2007

They fuck you up, your Grimsby Town
They may not mean to, but they do.
They kill you with their going down
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
by fools who love to crow and gloat,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Town hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Stay to the end - you know you can,
And let Buckley just be himself.

Today's Guest Diary has been brought to you by the spirit of Philip Larkin; a hully-gully poet whom has joined the Town debate with a re-working of his poem 'This be the verse'.