R.I.P Poppy

With a guitar in your hand,
And a smile on your face,
You sang me those classics,
And created memories that no one can erase.

Like a pub with no beer,
My favorite of all,
You sang it to me when I was little,
And continued till I was tall.

Those songs are in my heart,
When I hear then ill think of you,
And I no that wherever you are,
You are thinking of me to.

I no you are in a better place,
Where the pub has plenty of beer,
But I still cannot help myself,
From shedding a tiny tear.

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