News at Eleven (Back Page): . . . So Rhys plays now so happily

To the angels in the crowd
And every time he hits the net
They roar his name so loud.
Have fun my little blue boy
You're safe and in God's care
Til it's time for me to get my boots
And join with you up there

Similarly, when the Princess of Wales died, there was an immense outpouring of grief. Instead of sending flowers, many mourners wrote poems to express their sense of despair.

from Yorkshire Post: Poetry in emotion . . . inspiration behind the lines of public grief

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