Lord Attenborough CBE, RIP
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Dear Dickie
Dear, dear, Dickie
You’ll be sadly missed darling
Our quintessential luvvie
Who put on the best grease-painted face
Of British film and cinematography
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But personally, it’s sport and geography
That binds us –
As a Richmond boy
I’d pass your house every morning
My mammy and I, crossing the Green
Heading down to the Thames
When we went to feed the ducks
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You were magnificent as an auteur
Parading the red carpet in your tux
For Gandhi, Jurassic Park
Cry Freedom, Brighton Rock
Miracle on 34th Street:
Beguiling as Santa, you made us sigh
But what brings a tear to my eye
Is your position of esteem
As the figurehead for our team
For our shared love
Where we’ll miss your esprit
Here at
Chelsea FC
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