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We've
all lost Simon, he was our friend,
Our thoughts and memories will not end,
Like all of us he loved the club,
A laugh and joke down the pub.
We'd wait for him to finish his meal,
then off somewhere upon two wheels,
It didn't matter where we went,
He didn't care, he just went.
Come rain or shine, you could be sure,
He would always walk through the pub door,
A cheesy smile upon his face,
then park his bum in any space.
With chat of how his day had been,
What he'd done any what he'd seen,
From tiling floors to fixing doors,
and finding treasures he would store.
His latest find was an exhaust pipe,
and none of us dare take the mike,
Just in case, it just might,
Bolt right on your motorbike.
He'd be your friend, of that I'm sure,
You couldn't really ask for more,
Always there with his advice,
Need some help, he'd not think twice.
But now he's gone, it's so unfair,
Jesus Christ do you not care,
Take a junky, crook, someone bad,
But no, you've left us, so so sad.
You've taken Simon, I don't know why,
He was a nice, clean, honest guy,
If you've got a bike, Oh God.
Lets just hope it not a hog.
If Simon sees it, oh deary me,
Prepare for him to take the pee,
If it's a sportsbike you'll be okay
He'll probably borrow it every day.
For Simon, Miss Ya
Wriiten for Simon by Spikidave WMMCC
RIP
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