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Leavetaking

Rating: 5.0

No tabloids for him, always The Irish News,
and that, mainly for deaths at the end.
Four slow reads he managed every day;
morning, after meals and just before bed,
the close printed crossword after dinner,
saving until the last his beloved sport.

In my young head he was, still is, a sport.
Eager, or pretending, for my small news.
Had I gobbled up all of my dinner?

Who'd won that game of marbles in the end?
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Andy Konisberg 07 May 2005

very nice work indeed, James.

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Michael Shepherd 07 May 2005

A fine tribute, and a thoughtful and well-turned last stanza.

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