My Grandads Funeral Was Yesterday And I Wrote And Read This There, Please Let Me Know What You Think.
In my garden orchids grow, they grow for you, Grandad.
Green orchids for a guy called Bill
That's how your friends know you, but I never will.
They miss you as I miss you still
Farewell my Grandad.
In my garden amphibians roam, they sing for you, Grandad.
For a guy called Roy they croak and trill
So long as I live, frogs in chorus always will
Make me think of and miss you still
Farewell my Grandad.
This One Was Also Written By Me For His Funeral.




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