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RIP Steve Warburton
Sixes and rockets we played as kids Time and time we ran after school Eternally growing as boys Venturing into what we said was cool Endless days in Sherwood Nazir…
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Blood Fued (Poem)
A poem written about how a rift can change a family and being stubborn isn't always the answer.
Mistakes I’ll never change
Flashes of my childhood hero The one who was so strong No matter what life threw at you Nothing could go wrong
Fool’s Gold (New Poem)
A silence of departureThat resounds within my headFamiliar pattern of a routineLike the bedsprings of your bed
I’m Still Here
Laughter fills the room energyGlasses raised to the skyRaucous cheers of happinessThe smiles fly Talk amongst yourselves this dayRemind you of the times we sharedOnly family and friends can recallThe…
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A farewell to Lars-Ola A true gentleman of Södermalm
Wow… the only word I can think of. What a weird day. I moved to Skanstull five years ago and to be honest; it was an amazing gig! I worked…
