No more pulse or snatching gasps, clutching the air of life
No last words from a cotton-wool coma, or coming home
No more Stretford End, Best glory goals or half-time Bovril
Or Likely Lads, no snooker or secret hooker
Three score years and ten, on the button, no extra time
Dad:
No more
(on his anniversary : 11th July)
© Harry Mills
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