Your eyes shine
Like Gakpo through
Your lips as red
As Gerrard’s boots
This Ring of Fire Allez Les Rouges
My Kenny Dalglish my Ian Rush
You trap my dreams
Nutmeg my soul
You’re Shankly’s words
You’re Salah’s Goals
You’re my Champions League title won in May
My Joey Jones my Steve Heighway
Your beauty sparkles
My guiding light
And warms me
Like an Anfield night
You’re my poet banners on the Kop
My gegenpressing Jurgen Klopp
With you my FA Cup is full
My Miracle of Istanbul.
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Author:
slotmachine (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2025 11:41
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Comments3
You'll never walk alone !
YNWA!
Someone talking sense, this will be our best season for many a year, and we bow to Jurgen for laying the foundations back at our great club, loved the read
Thank you for taking time to read my poem and for posting those kind words, much appreciated. Yes JK laid the foundations for sure, and now Arne is doing a boss job.
YNWA
You are very welcome
Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊
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