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Loreen – A star is born

  • Dean
  • May 27, 2012
Well one day on and Loreen is the winner of the 2012 Eurovision Song Contest. The first time I heard “My heart is refusing me” I knew that the music…
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Loreen – The new Swedish Superstar

  • Dean
  • March 7, 2012
Living in the UK, the Eurovision song contest was never actually that much of a big deal. Each year we would have one entry that would somehow seem to embarrass…
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Why block voting is killing Eurovision

  • Dean
  • May 15, 2011
Last night Azerbaijan won the Eurovision song contest for the first time in their history. As usual I donned the patriotic Swedish flag and cheered on Eric Saade. After not…
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British/Swedish poet/author. Pagan and lifetime supporter of both Chelsea FC and Linköpings FC. Feel free to use my poetry, as long as you link my name. All Poetry ©Deanthebard.com 2025

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Deano 🇬🇧/🇸🇪 | Award-Winning & Bestselling Poet | Writer | Chelsea FC 1977 & Linköping FC 2011 | Books on Amazon | Pagan

Do not cry when I'm gone - a poem about rememberin Do not cry when I'm gone - a poem about remembering someone who has moved on but wanted you to live life with a smileWhen I am gone from life, don’t cry any tears. Forget the bad times that we shared; remember happy years. The cruel words that were spokenremove them from your mind. Embrace the words of love we shared, whispers of a loving kind. We had some hardened battles and days of endless fun. I wish we had more time from when life had begun. When I’m just a memory, do not dwell on the past. Live with me inside your heart; let our memories last. Seasons, they will come and go; the memories may fade. But I am with you in times of neednever be afraid. So raise a glass in times of doubt, each and every year. I may be gone in person, but my eternal spirit’s near. Smile the way I remember; play my favourite song. Just don’t be down, for I am here even though I’m gone.#poem #poetry #life #death
Blessed Samhain to all fellow Pagans. #pagan #samh Blessed Samhain to all fellow Pagans. #pagan #samhain
Happy sixth anniversary ❤️ Happy sixth anniversary ❤️
A poem about two sets of friends, who, due to ill A poem about two sets of friends, who, due to ill health have to say goodbye after 40 years of annual meet ups.The day where we all met,'Twas forty years ago,Four strangers from distant landsWe connected from "hello."The following years were routine,From the moment we landed on the plane,The first port of call was to see you both,Through the sunshine and the rain.Years they flew by quickly,Children came into our lives,Even they soon had their own,Becoming husbands and wives.Retirement grew nearer,Yet each year we made the trip;We just walked a little slower,And had pain from toe to hip.Our health began to decline,The trips to see you they took longer,Yet our love for you was ever true,In fact, it could not be stronger.So this trip, we knew, is over,This is the time to say goodbye;You don't remember who we are,Yet the glint stayed in your eye.So as we have one last drink for the road,These forty years grew love,For friendships are unbreakable,Ours was sent from up above.#poem #poetry #farwell #friendsforever❤️
In women's football, I believe the word "Legend" g In women's football, I believe the word "Legend" gets overused. Some certainly deserve that accolade—those who have truly changed the game on and off the pitch. There are way too many to mention. Yet, others get called a legend with half the career of those who paved the way before them.​I was flicking through the news today when I read that Linda Sällström will retire at the end of the season. This is obviously not a surprise, as she is ending a 22-year career as the record goalscorer for Finland. Those accolades alone are worthy of the title "legend."​Yet, one thing makes her more of a legend than most: overcoming three ACL injuries in a short period at the peak of her career. That is something I doubt we will see often in the game. It's not just the physical aspect; the mental fortitude required alone is something many could not cope with. An ACL injury literally takes you out of competitive physical life for 8-9 months of a year. To have to endure that three times is the stuff of an absolute legend.​To come back after that, break national records, and represent and captain your country at the highest level is a testament to just how phenomenal a player Linda is. If she had not been injured with three ACL tears, we would be talking about one of the greatest of all time in my opinion.​I will see her one final time against AIK, hopefully.​Thank you for all the memories on and off the pitch, and wishing Linda nothing but the best in her career in the medical profession. Who else?! Many congratulations Streamo. 👏👏👏👏 @lindasallstrom
Flashed up on my timeline. Ashley Cole going viral Flashed up on my timeline. Ashley Cole going viral for his epic stance to the left of his team photo with Roma FC. Ash son. I invented this in 1990 😂😂
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