DAD

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 A true blue Leicester City fan,

Precious memories of my dad, a delightful man.
Football, cricket, skittles too,
A lifelong sports lover through and through.


We held your hand as you slipped peacefully away,
To rest in peace until that wonderful day.
The family chain now reunited forever,
With eternal happiness, pain gone forever.


We will miss you more than words can say,
In weeks, in years, and every day.
xxx


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