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An ode to craig cripps
It’s a week and a half since you’ve been missing
all we can to is sit and listen...
I am gutted you never said a word
The struggles we face in this daily grind
Are sometimes too much–you kept it inside!!
Bottled it up, till a part of you died
Listened to the voices that whispered in the dark
Whilst the dogs outside did nout but bark
Where are you Craig Cripps? Where have you gone?
Too a far away land to slay monsters and dragons?
There is one thing I am sure of, one thing is true
I miss you my friend and always will do...
all we can to is sit and listen...
I am gutted you never said a word
The struggles we face in this daily grind
Are sometimes too much–you kept it inside!!
Bottled it up, till a part of you died
Listened to the voices that whispered in the dark
Whilst the dogs outside did nout but bark
Where are you Craig Cripps? Where have you gone?
Too a far away land to slay monsters and dragons?
There is one thing I am sure of, one thing is true
I miss you my friend and always will do...
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