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Gayle Bradley 1 - A Eulogy (the knife, not the man!)
Though you were ugly, I loved you.
The miles of cardboard, together we cut through.
My thumb dripped blood from pressing your lockbar.
My pocket turned orange from rust on your M4.
Your fake carbon fibre, I always looked past,
When your heavy steel liners were firm in my grasp.
And although your silhouette looked a bit like a poo,
There was no cutting task that we could not do.
Now dropped from the catalogue, you sail into the sun,
As I wait in faint hope of that 1st sprint run.
Though you were ugly, I loved you.
The miles of cardboard, together we cut through.
My thumb dripped blood from pressing your lockbar.
My pocket turned orange from rust on your M4.
Your fake carbon fibre, I always looked past,
When your heavy steel liners were firm in my grasp.
And although your silhouette looked a bit like a poo,
There was no cutting task that we could not do.
Now dropped from the catalogue, you sail into the sun,
As I wait in faint hope of that 1st sprint run.
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