This is a poem that was sent to me by Jamie's good friend Dave Mann. Anyone who knows you knows the same as me This loss is so great it's called a tragedy. I know that you'll never read this my friend I don't think God's got the net, But I know you're sat up there with him This I'm prepared to bet. You know that you've left behind people who really care. Why this has to happen to you It just doesn't seem fair. I know you had something special, I know you had the gift, When you walked into a room Bad atmospheres you'd lift. What you are is magic my pal And very rare to find, And if you never saw this You were fucking blind. Bro knowing you has been an honour A gift & a blessing. Nothing to mushy mate But I ain't sat here messing. Anyone who speaks of you Will never sit & be dissing Never forget you buddy But be forever missing. Davey Mann