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John McAndrew
I'm the short fat baldy Englishman with a Yorkshire accent, and if that's not enough I also sing Beatles songs to myself. Yet another blow in.
I also write plays and letters to newspapers.
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Terminal by John McAndrew
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Footpaths of a lifetime converge
and ours, over time as one, finished here.
I must leave now
and you have left already.
Shadows of an evening congregate
and mourn the loss of one departing.
As implored and entreated
a base body died, and the soul
unencumbered is anguish free.
Odd that I lived and departed;
a base soul livid inside a body
unencumbered and languish free.
Choices of a future converge
and mine, bereft of you, begin here.
I have left now
and you are at home already.
Crowds of a mourning dissipate,
others cheer the triumph of one arriving.
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