Monday, March 20, 2017

My Friend Bob Comments

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Rich in the wild, free, Romany way he rests in Devon earth
Suffering now all gone, he sleeps in the cradle of his birth
And all left behind remember,
A man cut down in the warm September of his years.
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Tom Allport 20 March 2017

a sad and touching poem of the loss of a close friend......well penned.

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Jeff Stoddart 20 March 2017

My thanks Tom, glad you liked it. Best regards. Jeff.

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Jeff Stoddart

Jeff Stoddart

sunderland. U.K.
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