From the Rage Online newsdesk Saturday, January 1st, 2000  

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Who follows Oxenford from vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of ghosts in yellow and black frills;
Upon the Manor is where you seek ’em,
Fluttering and dancing round Joey Beauchamp

Stuart Butler, The Stroud Football Poets

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