The Boss

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It is so very hard to say Goodbye.

We just sit down  and cry.

You filled our hearts with pride and  joy 

Every fan and a little boy.

You achieved so much in just 4 years..

Leicester City won I shed a million tears .

Tears of happiness ready to go 

Of to Victoria park ready for the show.

A double decker bus players holding the trophy so high.

Now our  beloved Chairperson was taken to the sky..

We sit and wonder why you had to die?

You achieved so much for our little team.

Everybody in the world knows it was real and not a dream .

Now resting the memories will remain forever 

Forgetting that season and you never.

Poetry helps the grieving process for me .

Others go to the Kingpower to look remember and see..

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