Treasure Island

Res John Burman

(27th October 1942 to 'Not Yet! ' / London, Middlesex, England)

Goodbye Charlton Heston


Goodbye Charlton Heston

I shall miss your acting skills
Your epic movies and the thrills.

You may have been too fond of the gun
Or did it protect your place in the sun?
Surrender it now, this race is run!

To many you are the eternal charioteer
Now you're racing to a new frontier!

I know the Girls will miss you here.

(13th April 2008)

Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2008

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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (5/2/2008 9:43:00 PM)

    charlton heston, one of the world's most natural actor.......ben hur was a hell of a movie......an epic! yeahhhh you're bloody right john........we're gonna miss him. (Report) Reply

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