Thinking Of You This Christmas, Carly

I never personally knew him but I know friends who have affected me and I’d say don’t feel sad feel glad that you had the opportunity to share your experiences and friendship together 👍
 
Stop all the clocks,cut off the phone
Let HMHB regale him with a wistful tune
Silent now is the old Spion Kop,and with muffled drum
Bring out his cherished Filbo model, let mourners be done
Let an aeroplane circle,soaring overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “Pleat Out” instead
Put Royal Blue bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the match day policemen wear royal blue gloves
He was our North,our South,our Filbert Street East and West
Our laughter during the week,our welcome Sunday jest
Our noon,our midnight,all our roof talkshite,our remembered song
His legacy should live forever and that will be never wrong
His stars will still be shining now,undimmed every one
His Earl Shilton Hollow in the rays of the sun
The River Soar ever flowing past Roofers bench of wood
For nothing we do now can ever take away his good.
 
Sorry only just seen this. Thankyou Soho and everyone, your all so bloody lovely, its been a very strange Christmas this year, I've been expecting him to ring me asking what times dinner. But he's been at home with me and the family, he's wrapped up in a lcfc champions flag, pride of place on my fireplace, so he's been with me
Am hoping to lay him to rest in the New Year, but we shall see, I'm not sure I can let him go yet.
We will defo arrange a gathering for us all in the new year, I'd love to see you all.
Hope you had all had a merry Christmas, lotsa love. XxxX
 
borebage53 said:
Stop all the clocks,cut off the phone
Let HMHB regale him with a wistful tune
Silent now is the old Spion Kop,and with muffled drum
Bring out his cherished Filbo model, let mourners be done
Let an aeroplane circle,soaring overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message “Pleat Out” instead
Put Royal Blue bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the match day policemen wear royal blue gloves
He was our North,our South,our Filbert Street East and West
Our laughter during the week,our welcome Sunday jest
Our noon,our midnight,all our roof talkshite,our remembered song
His legacy should live forever and that will be never wrong
His stars will still be shining now,undimmed every one
His Earl Shilton Hollow in the rays of the sun
The River Soar ever flowing past Roofers bench of wood
For nothing we do now can ever take away his good.
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Amazing xx
 
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