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still miss you blump.

from a fellow rugger:

He Always Got Up
(An Ode to Friend and Mentor Chris "Blumpkin" Ball)
By Jay Selwood

He always got up...

Even when he took hits
On the pitch
That would have kept most men down
On the ground
Wondering if they could
Or even should
Get up,

He always got up...

Even when he drank so much those nights
And lost his sight
And would fight all he knew
(And kill you too,)
Or just to be gross
When you got to close
He.d lick your face,

He always got up...

Even after multiple arrests
All could attest
That he never lost his balls;
And through it all
He just kept on smilin
But to the cops face he was lyin,
For you,

He always got up...

Even after his first trip down Blacks Run
He couldn't be done,
Although Isabel beat on his canoe;
He was going to make it through
So he got out to try again
What any normal man
Never would,

And he always got up...

And even after they cremate his remains,
He.ll be playing on the ethereal planes
Telling Christ to "fucking ruck,"
Or St. Peter he "fucking sucks,"
And when he scores that blissful try
With that mischievous twinkle in his eye,
We.ll forever know,

That he always got up.