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(Don't Tell Me About) Your Brand New Podcast

(Don’t Tell Me About) Your Brand New Podcast I hear the buzz of your fresh‑inked mic, the hype that spills like tea at five‑o’clock, each episode a promise, bright and slick, while I’m still

Emoji

In silent chats the emojis dance, A flash of colour, a fleeting glance, They speak where words may stumble, mute, A laughing face, a heart, a fruit. From telegraphs to touchscreen screens, These tiny signs

Cambridge United

In the amber glow of the Abbey Stadium, Cambridge United rise, a steady hum, Their shirts of amber, black, and white— A tapestry stitched with town‑bound pride. From the roar of the

Falkirk

Falkirk, where the Forth slips gently past, Old stone bridges whisper of centuries past. The Wheel turns slow, a steel‑spoked prayer, Lifting boats as if they were air. From the Antonine Wall’s

Barnsley

In Barnsley’s rolling Yorkshire hills, Where stone‑capped roofs meet grey‑blue skies, The market square still hums with wills Of traders calling under wintry sighs. The old pit wheels, now silent, stand Like sentinels

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