'Twas once a Town toward the centre of a fair land, where a little boy was born, naked except for the scarf round his neck. And from the moment he could feel, he understood that it was not an undertaking. It was a calling. On his first birthday, he wanted two things. Six fields and a golden ticket. From then on, he bled claret. He walked amongst friends, and heroes. His destiny was fulfilled. He was a Cobbler. And these are his thoughts.
Monday, 14 December 2015
In tribute to Rob Dunkley
Just as we have reached the summit
We are plunged back into darkness
From which we thought we had left behind
Just as we have come together
So you have broken away;
Broken hearts and memories.
But though they are shattered
Though they are fragmented with grief
We will remember, clearly
A vision of dedication.
A man of every fact.
Intoxicated with knowledge
But the fact that is official
Is you are gone too soon
Away from us, away from home.
A train to another platform.
A game that we can only mourn.
But what I am pleased for,
Is at your last you saw us reach for the stars,
And now we hope you are too.
R.I.P mate. Thoughts with your friends & family at this sad time x
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